she stands in front of the kitchen sink pulling on her gloves, her faithful friends to do the dishes once again as she washes her dishes
as she washes her dishes and the end of day is near
she prays within her heart 'God I wish Sam were here with me' but oceans can't become dry ground
and the gloves, her friends the only ones
who knows these words in her heart
because she has uttered them from her soft lips no-one the wise no on er dishes she completes
and lovingly she takes she slowly removes the gloves by romantically pulling them off slowing one by one inside out then pooping the fingers one by one the sound of this Sounds like a gun
fondness and kindness in her eyes
for her friends her gloves
who knows her hopes and dreams she says i hope me sam and the gloves will meet by some means

the gloves of latex rubber ....
hi guys i ment fingers popping