Irish Springs

The night I finally let you go, I’d just washed with your soap.

Irish Springs

The night I finally let you go,
I’d just washed with your soap.
So you followed and tormented me the long drive home.
I thought to rinse you away, along with my tears and shame.
But instead I went to bed, with the smell of you on my skin,
And let you hold me close.
Because I knew it would never happen again.