“Love, where did you put the laundry basket!? I want to throw in a load before I go to work!”

“I already did it!”

“…what do you mean you already did it?”

“I put the laundry in a while ago. Have a good day at work.”

“Where did the dryer sheets go, babe?”

“Oh I used the last one earlier. I put them on the shopping list”

“Used them for what?”

“The laundry of course, silly”

“You did all the laundry?”

“Yea, I just finished putting it away”

“Hey! What’re you doing with that?”

“I’m getting ready to put in the clothes before we leave.”

“Nuh uh, hand that over. Thank you.”

“I can do the laundry, you know.”

“I know you’re capable, but just let me do it, okay babe”

“Have you seen my green sweater?”

“Yea I put it in the washer, there was something on the sleeve so I wanted to wash it before it got stained”

“Thank you babe”

“Did you put in the laundry yet?”

“Yup, it’s almost ready to switch over”

“I can do it.”

“Nope, you can’t. I will”

“Hey, can you add detergent to the shopping list? I just used the last of it”

“Sure”

“The clothes always smell so good after you wash them. I love the detergent you use”

“Thanks babe, I’m glad you like it”

“This shirt smells so good, I don’t even want to put perfume over it”

“Haha it does smell good. You always smell good.”

“Thank you babe”

“Babe…?”

“…babe…”

“.. The hamper is full… the.. the laundry has to be done”

“…babe?..”

I could no longer stand the smell of that detergent, of those dryer sheets. Every whiff, every breeze, every time. All I was reminded of was you. Now you’re gone and laundry has turned into my worst nightmare. Not just a chore, but a curse. I wish I could just hug you one last time and catch that smell in bliss. Just one last time.