77 degrees

It’s 77 degrees in Tucson right now

And it’s raining

I put my suitcase away

And now my bed feels empty in a way it’s always felt since I left you last

And while I know it wasn’t you

I guess I liked to pretend it was

And now I wake up every morning

And have to remember that it never will be

I wake in the morning and I see my sweet boy

Your fluffy hair

Your perfect soft eyes

I see the span of your shoulders and the line that trails down your back

I can feel your warmth next to me and I dream of the day that it will actually be real

I’m so close love

I’m so close to you

I’m so close to my baby in a bed riddled with dog hair and covered in soft morning light

I’m. So. Close…

(published 2022)