I Miss The Days... poetry by Jenny Middleton at Spillwords.com
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I Miss the Days …

 I Miss the Days

When We’d Clean the Kitchen Together

written by: Jenny Middleton


We’d lived in London
long enough to
notice limescale’s trail.

Its chalky circles
tracing the joints
of stainless-steel taps.

Neither of us liked cleaning
but doing it together
brought us closer, in the way

minerals dissolve
and regrow their pasts
as if in old skulls

refilling them with thought.
Death has no ownership
of rain, of tears or rivers.

Somehow, somewhere in time
we are still wiping a Formica
counter, glad of our togetherness

drinking water in
like a poem, like a lost love
returning to our lips.

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