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Everything Just As You Left It
by Candace Turner
Your cup three-quarters full
Coffee puddled in saucer
Your spoon a permanent resident
Our unfinished crossword,
27 down…3 letters remaining.
I've had time to figure it out.
Protected by my coffee and toast,
I begin our breakfast conversation.
"What would you like to do today?"
"Do you think you might like to try that new place for dinner?"
Silence reprimands me.
I know you were never a morning person.
Air grows heavy when
a breeze whispers,
"Harry, please pass the cream"
The pitcher wobbles in my outstretched hand.
Suspended in yesterdays.
A phone rings and rings
"Harry & Anne aren't home right now.
Please leave a message"
There's no one, but you, I want to talk to.
And you're not here.
I fill my cup with Sambuca.
Once, twice, three times.
I can almost see you.