Laundry Day

Its been near a year and a half since we went our separate ways. out of the year and a half, a majority of it we haven't been on speaking terms Other than when u said u forgave me for being a let down. i use to find yr old hair pins in the old apartments. These were useful, nothing could clean a pipe better. But each time i scraped around a bowl i though of you. When the law took me away i forfeited all those hair pins to the evidence locker in Douglas county, along with my favorite pair of shoes. then i moved to the awful part of Kansas at first i clung to your love letters, but now I've but them in a drawer that i never have business opening. Out of sight out of mind. I went from thinking of us every single day to not at all unless invoked by a picture or song or TV show. i guess that's the progress i wanted, i didn't care about  moving  on but just to feel like less of a fuck up. So i cruise along in this apathetic state. Until today when i was doing laundry and found one of yr socks still in circulation in my laundry. i knew in an instant it was yours. not a pair, a singular sock of no use to me other than bringing my mind right back to ground zero. Back to all the pain and disappointment, its fucken ridiculous that a piece of foot paraphernalia could evoke any of emotion. whats more ridiculous is how its still floating around in my personal laundry. i guess that's what the suppressed memory of you is, i don't even know those memory's are there until laundry day.