cars bustling, I can still see the moon
your cologne lingers, drifting to the room
the coffee warmer clicks on and off
still warming an empty pot
helping you in your busy morning
i guess i must have forgot
hat, phone, wallet, keys --
but you stop in the rush, before you leave
for one last hug, just one last squeeze
a kiss of course, and "come home to me please"
grab your lunch, your coffee, and off you go
leaving me alone, with just the sound
of cars outside our window