Distracted like 
a dog 
hearing engines
and wondering 
if Bobby’s
finally home 
like a
student looking 
one way 
then another 
for the 
postman knowing 
the letter 
is near
like a 
lover listening 
to the 
shower curtains 
swoosh and 
hairbrush knowing 
that deliciousness 
is nigh

We are mirrors 
simply reflecting back 
what is before 
for no one 
is really interested 
in ever peeking 
around back to 
see who’s this 
curious glass hiding 

A knock
never answered 
a call
never heard 
a text
once overlooked 
these things 
I miss 
but what 
I don’t 
are yours

I’d thought 
silly now
knowing this 
that that
would ever
and whatever 
it was 
really isn’t 
and this 
is that
isn’t true 

It’s this time 
time before coffee 
when my mind
is a cistern 
filled with leaves 
and sticks and 
remnants of some 
other time of
fog and low
hanging clouds that 
hide what’s there 
of chill that 
coats and covers 
and all buts 
and of silence 
the lonely kind 
that begs bears
and brings this 
why oh why