poem
What stayed with me most was that final word: “unwashed.” As if washing away that scent would also mean losing the last presence of someone who is no longer there.
Yes. That final word also contains a lovely ambiguity. What is actually unwashed here? The memory? The poem? The speaker? The lover? The hurt?
Unwashed can mean dirty. But also the unfiltered truth.
Thank you for highlighting the importance of that word.
Very powerful. Longing felt. Beautifully written.
🙏
Wow. This is powerful. I feel this. I'm right there with you. Thank you.
What stayed with me most was that final word: “unwashed.” As if washing away that scent would also mean losing the last presence of someone who is no longer there.
Yes. That final word also contains a lovely ambiguity. What is actually unwashed here? The memory? The poem? The speaker? The lover? The hurt?
Unwashed can mean dirty. But also the unfiltered truth.
Thank you for highlighting the importance of that word.
Very powerful. Longing felt. Beautifully written.
🙏
Wow. This is powerful. I feel this. I'm right there with you. Thank you.
🙏