living alone

LIVING ALONE

I miss the smell of fresh coffee while lying in bed

the feel of a warm cover when cold

without putting it there

I miss knowing the time without looking

or the weather without going outside

I miss the sound of feet walking

even barefoot

the sound of a door opening and closing

while I am sitting in a chair or eating my breakfast

I miss the sound of a shower,

water dripping seemingly without cause

i miss asking about your day

or telling you mine

But what I miss most

is the sound of your voice

the feel of your laughter

the smell of french toast

on Sundays

even in Summer,

I miss the warmth

of your body and

the smile that says

so much.