I opened the door
Expecting to find you
Waiting for me
Like you do
Every morning
But you weren’t there
Huh
Open doors
Close doors
Open the same doors
Close the same doors
You’re still not there
Where are you?
You are the one
I face the day with
Share the morning news with
Watch the sunrise with
I expand the search
upstairs downstairs
Move stuff around
Careful not to fumble
Not to wake anybody
With a heavy sigh
I submit
The pot will wail soon
Like me inside
Open the door
Take out another
Set it down on the counter
Pour boiling water
Over grounds
One more time
I search for you
Open the door
Look three shelves down
There
In the back
Behind another
You wait for me
COFFEE CUP
©2014 Jill Baker

Habits are hard to break…
I like your earthy poems that everyone can enjoy. Don’t stop writing. Phil
Thanks father-in-law š