Coffee stains on
The old formica
Sun streaks on your face
As you sit;
The paper
Lines the floor, the table
And your lap.
Crumbs from the breakfast
Sunday morning in the spring
Sets in slowly and
Leaves too quickly.
She wishes she could see you again,
The sun on your face,
The smile too.
The morning, and once a time
She loved...
Once a time
They could be together...
A time,
Long gone from her window,
From her January paper
From her coffee mug that sits alone,
And the sun that no longer shines.