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Somewhere along the way I

forgot to tell you who I was



I didn't see the folded newspaper

lying beside the cup of coffee

as you spoke to me above our respective bowls of cereal



I heard only the words you spoke

and you saw only the spoon in my hand

wandering somewhere between mouth and bowl, unsure.



What do you see now, wherever you are

is the coffee warmer there; are you warmer?



All that is left here now is the slow, steady drip of the faucet,

reminding me the dishes aren't done.