Daytime Soap

I have lived one myself,
going to work teary-eyed, blubbering
about the man I  love who loves another,
and what will I do
then go home for more.
One day I washed my hands and face with
newly purchased lavender soap
the same scent that repels him, but
attracts butterflies and honeybees,
the soap that has scrubby granules that
cheerfully scrub out stubborn dirt and stains.
it smells so good that daytime soap became
evening glasses of wine, popcorn and
movies in bed, the smell and touch of
happiness.