I am wearing your favorite shirt
the one you wore in high school
and the underwear
you gave me
ruminating
eyes at half mast
over cereal bowl
and coffee
I woke up again
in the bed without you love
have the whole day ahead
to fantasize
about taking my wrench
to the gear box
I won't
because I fear
when the dust settles
and the gear box is still there
and you are still far away
no, love, I will wait here
I will keep
making pots of coffee
watching the black turn lighter
shades of gray
as the world wakes.
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