Washing

i smelled of you still
disconcertingly foul

a linear thinker

first i opened the windows
still the smell

second i washed the sheets
still the smell

third i destroyed all evidence
still the smell

fourth i fought the urge of comparison
still the smell

fifth i choked back rage
still the smell

sixth i bargained with my subconscious
still the smell

seventh i reclaimed my identity
still the smell

eighth i came to resolution
the smell sweet

remembering the best
dismissing the worst

same as it ever was
same as it ever was