The whirling of your dirt. Cleaning off from the day’s memories.
The washing machine works like a time machine.
I hug you and you smell.
You smell like a sweet rainforest now.
like the fresh air after rain or the oils of flowers.
Tossed clothes aside without a care, we only need it when we need it.
then wrinkles form within them.
these temporary lines represent all the hours of their stillness and your carelessness.
They represent the dust that forms on books,
And the yellowing of their pages.
As much as we can cleanse the dirt on our shirts,
we cannot wipe away time.
we cannot erase the past.
we cannot cleanse the mess of reality.
But we can renew.
changes happen regardless
That, we can trust.