Living without a loved one
Morning
Empty kitchen
Two mugs, one unused still
I talk to the toaster like you
Listening
Noonlight
Lonely laundry
Your socks still won’t confess
Which drawer they belong to at all
Rebels
Evening
Silent dinner
I burn toast with confidence
Blame you loudly for not stopping
Tradition
Midnight
Cold wide mattress
I steal the whole blanket now
Win every tug-of-war alone
Champion
Morning
Half-smile rising
I laugh, then miss you more
Grief trips, humor holds me upright
Breathing
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