And just like how we used to wash dishes together
We left each other with wet hands.
Both going our separate ways
Unable to touch anything
-And like paper
Everything looked fragile to us.
But our hands weren’t drenched from dish water.
They were wet from wiping each other’s tears
The result of the pain we intentionally inflicted on one another.
Just like how we used to wash dishes together
When we parted ways
We damaged everything we touched
Because we had never planned to dry them.