Tuesday, July 28, 2009

transition

Right now, a coffee maker is obeying a timer, grinding beans in a kitchen in a house that used to be my home. It's still a home, just not mine. Presently, a woman, once the love of my life, will glide blearily into the kitchen and grope for a cup. She'll smile, thinking of a man that is not me.

And, you know, that's OK.

2 Comments:

Anonymous bjy said...

No, it's really not.

11:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So very, very sorry.

8:00 AM  

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