Washing your scent
out of my sheets
tearing up photographs
of you and me
boxing up memories
then
changing my mind and throwing them away

Washing the rest
of your toothpaste
down the drain
letting my thoughts go to waste
remembering
how you never cared how much that bothered me

Washing my feelings
out of my eyes
and nobody knows
how often I cry
because
without you there’s no one to really confide in

Washing my hands
of all of the guilt
tearing down all
the resentment I built
forgiving
is the hardest thing I’ve had to do yet