I'm sorry I didn't wake you earlier this week
the sun was there, against the sheets
but I knew you needed some sleep
and the bed was wrestled and weak


I ate the bread for breakfast
and planned to buy more at the bread store
the eggs were still in the chickens
and the milk was old


I roamed, waiting for you to wake
cheerfully, I found your copy of Dickens
suddenly stricken, my proud individualism
was long missing, yet never missed


I closed the curtains and planted a kiss
knowing is would likely be missed
life's grasp is much tighter than we said
we would ever let it be.