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!
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