Washing Day - Amber Rubarth

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