Washing Day

Rubarth Amber

Walking past my lover's house
 Bitter taste still in my mouth
 Too much whiskey, too much smoke
 Last night's tears hang on my coat
 But now the rain has stopped its fall
 Streets shine like a mirror ball
 Sun comes on, it's just enough
 Watch the flower's waking up
 
It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Colors run and they fade away
 It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Feel the threads like new again
 
Big machines all in a row
 Mother with her child in tow
 Change old paper for silver coins
 Lose myself in all this noise
 Wake up from a peaceful rest
 Counting down, one minute left
 Cotton stops its jog in place
 I hold it warm against my face
 
It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Colors run and they fade away
 It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Feel the threads like new again
 
What's this in my dungarees
 In my back pocket, curled and creased
 My old notebook, filled with you
 Our secrets now just streaks of blue
 It's all a mess, but beautiful
 This emptiness, a gift I hold
 I write a poem with you in mind
 And leave the memories behind
 I leave the memories behind
 
It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Colors run and they fade away
 It's washing day
 It's washing day
 Feel the threads like new again
 Feel the threads like new again
 Feel the threads like new again


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