"Putting away the laundry
Wearing nothing but your football jersey and
The barrettes in my hair labeled
'Self-control'
It's just a distraction: folding your shirts,
Ironing that damn uniform
Passing by the frames face down in the hallway
To our closet,
Full of dust covered boxes marked
'Station-Stuff'
(Just photos and yearbooks from the high school we hated)
And I believe it's killing me
Day-in-inside-out
Good intentions splattered with
Eight year old false hope
Blue and white '07' on my back
And rings peeled from swollen knuckles, abandoned
On this dirty wood floor
Because some days I feel like I've already lost you
Even when every call
puts a
piece of the sky back
Together
For me,
So monumental and so
Utterly
Pointless
In the long run,
But I just can't seem to let it go
Like torn up clothes on laundry day.
'Insecurities are my specialty.'"
9/19/2005 9:32pm