A flock of geese
Flies overhead
To somewhere else.
I’m still in bed
And look ahead
To another day
Of empty hours.
No flowers
In my vase on the sink.
I should get up
And drink
Some coffee. I think
He would say
Go buy a bouquet.
It will make the day
Less gray.
If he was here
He’d pull
Me up.
Would pour a cup,
We’d watch the geese
And share a piece
Of last night’s pie.
And share the sunrise
With sleepy eyes.