The Painting


I woke up
to an empty right side
of the bed

The covers were strewn about
and the sheets
had already cooled
from her absence

I struggle to my feet
while calling out for her
“Baby, where are you?”
no answer

I walk to the kitchen
where the morning’s brilliance
had sifted through
the leafless trees
and impaled the glass door
with fall’s faint warmth

The cool easy breeze
gently swayed the curtains;
I found her
sitting out on the balcony
coffee
and dreams in tow
she was preoccupied
with life’s painting
to hear my footsteps
“Good morning, I was missing you”
“I’m sorry . . . I woke up and saw how beautiful it was and just had to take it in”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not”

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