Where They Are

Every morning the dance begins as I come running down the stairs. Don’t forget your pills he laughs as I run into the kitchen, to do as he suggests. He hands me my keys as I go out by the couch, where they’d fallen late last night. Your glasses are on the counter he notes as I run searching still some more. Then, you left your keys on the counter he claims, when you cleaned your glasses, dear. As I circle the room looking at all the chairs, he reminds me that… You left your coat in the car late last night, when you got out, he says with a snort. And your purse is on the couch, he adds with the next pass, to his delight. That’s where you left it when you came in and sat down to pet the cat. You forgot your pills again, he states, when you saw the dirty dishes in the sink. Then he asks me if I remembered to lay anything out for dinner to thaw, in the sink. It’s amazes me that he can read my mind every morning so well… I think. As I pass him by he notes my glasses are lost, this time on my head, as he winks. And my keys are in my other pocket he says… as I start turning all around. And the book you read at lunch was left out side as you let the doggies in. But he doesn’t mind my sleepy mind sending me all around… For that lets him sip his coffee until he gets his full cup of coffee down. Then he gives me a cup of my own as we both run out the door to the car… Driving safely is what it’s all about, as we reach his work, and I get out wide-awake. The keys are in your pocket, he states as he smiles and turns to go into work. Car-pooling works wonderfully, I think, though, I don’t remember how long it’s been. All I know is that as a team… we’re everything great there is.