I hear your engine start in the dim light finally coming through
the gentle purr a reminder that you were here
and then left

Your scent still lingers on the pillow
so I bury my face into the softness,
my lungs filling up with you

It feels colder somehow
though your warmth has yet to leave;
the space feels so vast

Getting up from the bed
isn’t as much of a chore when you’re not in it;
the quiet is unsettling when you’re gone

When I pour the boiling water into my cup,
you’re perched on the seat beside me
and I can hear your fingers tapping on the table

The first sip is short and careful,
I tap my fingers to mimic yours
and hope you made it to work safely


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