Wash it away,
the dirt, the doubt, the memory stains,
let the water run over yesterdayâs echoes,
watch them swirl, slip, dissolve.
Scrub the fingerprints from the glass,
wipe the history from your hands,
start fresh
like it never happened,
like it never touched you,
like the past was just a dream
you woke up from too late.
Soap bubbles rise like tiny prayers,
floating up, bursting, gone,
silent ...