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.