A beautiful piece
there’s frost on the windows
melting solid on the sill
a transparent canvas to draw on
I find you in the kitchen
coffee stained sweater sleeves
I spy footprints when the light hits
the hardwood floor just right;
yesterday’s fancy footwork
in the oven’s blinking light
always reminded of time passing, yet
dancing to it anyway
it’s 8:55am and I’m running out the door
another day at the office
I kiss you like I did last year
and every day since
just like ordinary