Mr Unobtainable (a very bad poem)

You and I after dinner
You washed the dishes
I dried them
We talked and laughed
When you laugh
Your eyes laugh too
They crinkles at the side

Passing plates
Our hands brush, just,
Fairy liquid bubbles
White against our skin
I stand there
Wanting forever to happen
Holding the tea towel


I know
You can never be mine.