They still say goodnight, flicking last switches,
the kitchen still warm with italian food.
The coffee is still in the pot.
My toes are still getting cold.
I still sit on the red plaid couch,
still prop my chin on folded towels
to stack in the still silent bathroom upstairs,
where you still don't brush your teeth anymore.
2 comments:
Reading that makes me feel warm :)
I can picture it all.
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