barefoot in the kitchen
to find the cup of coffee you left yesterday
that she never thought to wash
cracking
pots of alfredo sauce - your favorite dish - stacked in the sink
she used to think
if she could get it right (or just alright)
that
when you would stop by
at night
you might stay
the night
all through
til light
when she could make you another cup of coffee
that she would
conveniently
not think to wash
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