Waking up, I roll over to the cold side of my bed.
Waking up, I can feel how large and empty my room is.
I get up, take a shower, wash my face, brush my teeth.
My routine, the day has begun and I am in motion.
A pause, to think of my responsibilities and if I have time for activities.
I'm off, driving here, meeting a friend for coffee, dropping this off there, finding time to study and go to the market.
As the day comes to a close and the busy bodies slow.
Like wind up toys with just enough left to get home.
I reflect on the conversations I've had with interesting people and friends.
And the goals I had set for the day, ones that were met and the ones left undone.
I park my car in a similar way and let the sound of my shoes take me to my door.
Night, the blanket of dark, the stars like broken glass, thrown into the air.
I share a glass of wine with the moon and slink into my bedroom.
Now I feel the weight of the night.
My loneliness distracted by events in the light.
I want to call on you.
I miss you.
I wish you were here.
I stare, for a while, out my window, at the road.
Half expecting you to show.
But I know.
I'll wake up tomorrow.
Smile like you are next to me.
And roll over to the cold side of my bed.