Laundry Day

Worn out t-shirts

Heavy from the years

Don’t fold nicely anymore

Hand to hand

Body to body

Belong now to

Nobody forevermore

A lost sock here

Faded bleach stains there

Laundry drying

All the tears

Comforting warmth

And detergent so sweet

Absorbing all the fears

And releasing them

From your head

Music in your ears

Reminds of the dear

Friends you now only

See in dreams

And in the graveyard ghosts

Of the nearby church

Haunt and hurt you most

In their fresh pressed linen

Tired of your sinnin’

Their mourning and moaning

You hear

Awake from your slumber

Look around and wonder

Among the wrinkled clothes

“When did I fall asleep here?”