I have to find a song with lyrics that have a similar story or tone to the poem "Sorting Laundry" which is basically about how she loves a man and doesn’t want him to leave her because nothing would be the same, and love is never-ending, or however you want to interpret it. Any ideas would be great, even if you’re not sure that they would work. Thanks!
Folding clothes,
I think of folding you
into my life.
Our king-sized sheets
like tablecloths
for the banquets of giants,
pillowcases, despite so many
washings, seems still
holding our dreams.
Towels patterned orange and green,
flowered pink and lavender,
gaudy, bought on sale,
reserved, we said, for the beach,
refusing, even after years,
to bleach into respectability.
So many shirts and skirts and pants
recycling week after week, head over heels
recapitulating themselves.
All those wrinkles
To be smoothed, or else
ignored; they’re in style.
Myriad uncoupled socks
which went paired into the foam
like those creatures in the ark.
And what’s shrunk
is tough to discard
even for Goodwill.
In pockets, surprises:
forgotten matches,
lost screws clinking the drain;
well-washed dollars, legal tender
for all debts public and private,
intact despite agitation;
and, gleaming in the maelstrom,
one bright dime,
broken necklace of good gold
you brought from Kuwait,
the strangely tailored shirt
left by a former lover…
If you were to leave me,
if I were to fold
only my own clothes,
the convexes and concaves
of my blouses, panties, stockings, bras
turned upon themselves,
a mountain of unsorted wash
could not fill
the empty side of the bed
Elisavietta Ritchie
I mean’t that this is the poem that I need to find a song to that sort of mimics this one. 
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