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Dish Soap

Sometimes I think about you when I do the dishes.

I pour the half empty bottle of Dawn onto a sponge.

As I see the ocean blue liquid drip on to the sponge

I am reminded of how you said you loved doing the dishes.

It was our compromise

Because I hate doing the dishes.

If we ever moved in together you said you would always do them.

But you started to change

Change into someone I didn’t recognize.

Someone that I began to hate.

And now I am in an empty apartment without you.

And I am thankful.

Thankful that I grew into someone who doesn’t need your judgement.

I changed into someone I love.

Someone who has a dishwasher.

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