Some stains just wouldn't come off...

Funny story.
I was washing dishes when it occurred to me...

the shows I used to watch,
the songs played in the oldies radio segment,
the old parking lot we used to hang out at, and
the bamboobench that's no longerthere.

They're slowly turning into
A moment frozen in a picture
Forever curated
in the album of my mind.

And time marches on.
Paying no heed to the bittersweet emotions felt
Like soap suds disappearing down the drain.

I rinse my hands. Dry them on a towel.

The plates may be pristine clean now
but I know
that the happiest moments:

dinner dates,
simplecelebrations,
midnight snacks, and
impromptu gatherings

happened when they weren't
that sparkly white at all.