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Soiled
I wash my sheets every
single week.
I used to wash them
every couple months.
They were just as
spunk-filled then.
Now, the smell
suffocates me,
Smelling like my times
with him.
Once, I washed them two
days in a row;
I didn't think I'd got
the smell out.
Then I knew the smell
was in my nose,
The smell of anguish
long-laden,
The smell of knowledge
that this,
This was my life.
This was to be my life
forever.
This was always the
future I had in mind,
But I found, now that I
had it,
Somewhere inside I had
harbored
Some secret knowledge
that
the world would
change--
Or I would--
Or he would.
I don't think I knew
anything of hope
Until I felt its
absence.