Washing the floor
I am washing the floor with my tears
They cannot reach the towel
That I lay upon the tile
To remove the dirt of everyday life
I am washing the floor
And picking up the remnants of my children's day
Left over food and spilled milk
Which I try not to cry over
I try so hard not to cry
I am washing the floor
Hoping that tomorrow will give me a different face
That being alone isn't a sentence
And that I can endure this searing pain
Of washing the floor and straightening the house
For a love that never comes
I tuck in my babies and wipe down the kitchen
And turn off the lights and lay in my bed
And try to force myself into a deep, deep sleep
To deaden the pain and the loneliness
But each day comes calling like the dirt on my floor
Endlessly cleaning and always remaining
A woman washing her floor in the evening

