Some days are easier.

The faucet drips,

The light filters through the trees

And I don’t

Immediately

Think of you.

My coffee is undisturbed

And my toast is not burnt.

But,

There are days

Where you are

Present

In every thought.

My ice water perspirates,

My dog begs.

You are between the words

Said by my neighbor

And in the silence

Before I sleep.

I can feel you

Throughout the day,

A spectre

Of our feelings,

Dissipating.

I want you to stay,

To be the speckled

Shadows cast by the tree.

The water felt

Between my fingertips.