January 10, 2013


The empty bowl
is left out for me
the night before,
its knife and spoon
so clean, reflecting
the best intentions.
The cereal box
is standing tall,
fruit chilling
in the darkness,
all awaiting
my attention.
You know I'll slowly
eat alone, wash each
dish and wipe it dry,
I'll make
this room comply,
so you will see
how I'm still here,
hoping you
might come by.