Haven't cleaned you yet

White wine spills
Into black coffee stains
on stale sheets
That I can't lift
Because they're heavy
With your scent
I'm afraid to wash the last of you away

I haven't cleaned this place in days
I side step mud from your shoes you dragged
from the streets
Across my face

My skin is almost yellow today
Tired, sick
I sleep in the corner of my bed
So I don't lay on the stains
I'd sleep on the floor but
Like I said
Haven't cleaned this place in days

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Having the wrong person around
is like a major stain on everything
i like the way you kept reminding the reader
you haven't cleaned up yet

it takes time ........ this element of time is very apparent in this piece

[MinorArt]

You're so right.. Thank you for your words

[Caleb Andrew]

This is poetry. Neither too vague nor overdrawn. Strikes a cord with me. Lovely.

Might make great lyrics??

:)

[MinorArt]

Thank you, so so much.