SUNDAY

I didn't miss you til today.

I woke up late and you were supposed to be here

making noise in the kitchen

pulling out your chair

writing or reading with your tea.

I went out on my own but

it wasn't that peaceful-

In fact, it was a little

chaotic and

grey.

I went into your empty room

where I put more clutter and a

chair.

I sat in the chair where your bed

used to be and looked

around

and tried

to smell you.

There was no trace of you or

the smell of your candle

that you made for

us.

The only thing I asked you to leave was

the scent of your

room.

It echoes now and

echoes are lonely sounds

so I'm quiet in it

and so were the tears welling

in my eyes

sitting

in the chair.

I think some new

paint

will make your room better

and make me feel better but

not

on Sunday.