Laundry Still Damp

White shirts hung in a crooked row

One sleeve sways, too shy to show

Keys in a bowl by the entry light

Left untouched since Friday night

The kettle whistles, no one stirs

Mugs in pairs, like quiet words

Laundry still damp from yesterday

Time forgot how long to stay

Wrinkled plans and folded care

You were here, now just the air

Socks half-dried on the heater rail

Books unopened, mid-mail trail

Dust blooms soft in morning hush

Where your sweater meets my brush

The mirror leans against the wall

But shows no shape, no sound at all

Laundry still damp from yesterday

Time forgot how long to stay

Wrinkled plans and folded care

You were here, now just the air

Not everything gets washed away

Some things fade, but stains still stay

Laundry still damp from yesterday

Left too long, like words we’d say

Window shut, but scent remains

Of half-said thoughts and subtle stains