This morning

I woke this morning, and

my other pillow was plump,

it had not been slept on,

it had not been moved,

and one half of the bed

appeared made.

I woke this morning, and

one set of feet was all

that I heard, my slippers

sliding across the carpet,

when my feet paused,

there were no other sounds.

I woke this morning, and

made coffee for only me,

one glass of water, one

spoonful of grounds, one

push of the button, only

one cup.

I woke this morning, and

sat down on my couch,

my legs stretched out,

heels on the ottoman,

ten toes not twenty,

two heels, not four.

I woke this morning, and

I stared at my dresser,

deciding what to wear today,

no reason to look sexy,

only my eyes could see,

I stayed in pajamas.

I woke this morning, and

turned the shower to hot,

warm water spilled onto

my back, soap could not

reach the middle, I left

it for you to scrub.

I woke this morning, and

turned on the television,

watching something that

you would have liked, just

for background noise, and

maybe to pretend.

I woke this morning, and

your smile filled my mind,

your touch caressed my

skin, your voice filled my

ears, your kiss covered

my exposed lips.

I want to go back to bed!