1-27 How Could He Have Known

I say,
with a hmmm,
knees tucked under,
coffee mug, morning light,
in hand, steam forming,
my words, disappearing,
in the fog of
of yesterday's,
thought,

how could he have known?

I frown slightly,
smile, leaving
my lips for the briefest of few,
seconds, savoring,
the taste of, bitter,
chocolate, caramel,
cinnamon lingering,
there, then,
gone

how could he have known?

I told only,
you, swirling into
the coffee cooling, melting,
into the mug,
my hands, quietly,
thinking,
this is where I would,
sigh,
except,

except,
how could he have known?

morning light, still, returning,
notes on a piano, playing,
the coffee mug, a faded photograph,
I would have brought him,
this,

I would have brought him,
bouquets of daffodils,


I would have, but,
knees tucked under,
coffee mug in hand,

how could he have known?