I make it all so nice:
fresh pink sheets,
crisp new pillow cases,
oh, yes, and polished mirrors and brightly polished floors
and flowers,
yes, I remember you like flowers,
a table cloth as pretty as my eyes, cherry juice as red as lips
mellow golden sugary tea and cakes, iced pink and white,
I put on my best dress
I do my hair real nice
I dab some grown-up perfume
onto hidden and forbidden places
I sit and wait for you,
as if you could come down my street
any time now,
as if you never disappeared
me and my old stuffed teddy play pretend
he easily fills the space you left
I pass the time talking to you
in my head, like I do, every day now

October 2005