Churning eats the bottom of my stomach.
My feet drag across the carpet floor.
Denial rots a top my teeth.
Don’t check the phone,
they still haven’t called.
A disappointment I grow weary of feeling.
Shaking it off, I exit the shower.                              Would I even answer if they rang?
Wiping away the morning of mourning.
Onward, with my day, I tell my tummy to behave.
Soon enough, the remembering fades.
Footprints in snow melted by mid day.
My mind won’t wander to the wonder of you until the sunrises again tomorrow.