North Bend

North Bend

I woke up groggy,
Blearily blinking
And invoking stretches
That evoked the kind
Of pleasant soreness
Which comes with
A long night of
Deep and dreamy sleep.

In a baggy sweater
And thick tracksuit pants
I rose from the couch,
Blinking at the actually
Dim light from overcast
Clouds visible from
Bay windows.

You had already
Been awake for a while,
And left a cup of
My favorite coffee
On the kitchen counter.

I sat on the barstool,
Curling my arms against
My chest to keep warm.

But could never make more

Than your kiss that morning.

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