laundrette

i took a walk early this morning.

i thought it could ease

the way i’ve been mourning.

i sat in the road as dawn crept

and watched the lights come on

inside the laundrette.

the roads were icy and

the cold burned my skin,

but i stayed outside to watch

the washing machine drums spin.

i even considered using

one of their machines;

starting to move on,

washing myself clean.

but i couldn’t stand it,

it was too daunting,

to wash the memories from

my dirty laundry.