The tears flow easily this morning
as my feet find your feet. The warmth
of your skin warms also my heart.
The warmth of my heart
is the wellspring of my tears.
Tomorrow is a thought I cannot bear.
Tomorrow as I wake, your feet
will not be there. A full pot of coffee
I will brew for us today. Tomorrow
I will brew only half. Tomorrow
I will be alone, yet again. My heart
will be torn apart, split. Half
of my heart will be here with you.
The heartbroken me will drink coffee alone.
The heartsick me will not tomorrow
find your feet with my feet.
the tears will flow easily,