morning observation #62

I’ve been thinking too much lately         about you

standing at the end of the bed         walking through
our kitchen         a kitchen I imagine         painted blue

your bare feet on tiles         your bare belly against mine.

I’ve been thinking too much         lately of you

holding your car keys         waiting for me to dress
sneaking a look at your watch         your hand against

the door jam         worn smooth         with too much worry

lately         I can only think of you.