All good things must come to an end.

For seven years you’ve been by side.
Kept me going;
helped me stay clean.
You even were there through my whole family’s baggage.

After all the repeated cycles—
regardless if it happened every week, every other, or just once a month,
you remained.
No matter how much heat came your way,
you stood firm.

I know at times it was hard,
especially the way some things tumbled.
Though I put a lot of pressure on you—
and many days the load was heavy—
you still persevered and allowed me to be soft.

I didn’t tell you how much I appreciated you.
I was often impatient and took you for granted.
I know it didn’t seem like it,
but I loved your dry sense of humor.
       It got me through.

I hate you’ll be separated from your partner in grime.
You all have been together for many seasons—
longer than I’m even aware of.

Well, I’m going to miss you, dryer.
May you rest in repurposable pieces.