wake up, grab the soap,
shower, make coffee,
drive into work,
stay there, drive home.
realize the soap is dial,
remember she liked dove.
notice the coffee is black,
think of her love for creamer.
listen to NPR on the way in,
and how she'd blare her music.
pass that French restaurant,
she made me try that I loved.
get home and sit on the couch,
in one of two over-used cushions,
before retiring to my bedroom,
where I have one too many pillows.
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