Laundry

I do sort
our clothes before 
I wash them 
what you don’t 
see is how 
I pause when 
I stumble upon 
yours I inhale 
smelling you in 
the garden and 
you at work 
and you holding 
your nephew close 
I tightly shut 
my eyes wanting 
to but rarely 
being able to 
remember these moments 
laundry is much 
more than ridding 
clothes of grime 
for me it’s 
remembering a time