She wakes up to the scent of aftershave
and soft lips beneath a scruffy kiss,
knowing he’ll be gone for a week or so
she steals one more, sure they’ll soon be missed.
She wanders around the empty rooms
as she put the coffee pot on
memories flood her heart
as she watches the sun slip through the dawn
Nonchalantly she passes a mirror
as she brushes back a wisp of hair…
She shakes her head not recognizing
the reflection of the woman there.
“How did time slip by so fast?”
She asks the woman inside the glass…
It seems as if in the blink of an eye
the last few years have passed…
She sighs as she stops to take the image in
and then quickly looks away
as she brushes another wisp of hair
that has suddenly gone astray.