Washer and Dryer

He worked at a laundromat in Greenpoint, New York City.
She fought against his care for the longest time.
“I don’t want you to see me like this.”
When he closed the door, he would watch people’s clothes swirl and splash against the walls- just like she used to.
And, when she had enough, she’d cuss.
“Beep, beep, beeeep.” The clothes were done. He pulled them out and examined them before switching them over.
Carefully, he made sure the tubes in her side were clean and dry.
The old machine shook from working hard on all numerous rounds of clothes.
She was weak. He could feel her tremble as he gently ran a towel over her arms.
“I love you so much.”
She was his life and he found it a priority to wash her and dry her.
And now, the laundromat is the closest he can get to her.