I love the little things about her.
Love lipstick prints on her beer can.
Love to hear her gentle snore
like sleeping next to a big tawny cat.
Love the sound of early morning hummimg
usually some Baptist hymn
from a long ago childhood not yet forgotten.
Or a tune that really makes you wonder
“In eighteen-fourteen I took a little trip…”
That’s how I start my day.
And try to stay busy until she returns.
Look out the window for her
a tortoise hustles across the hot road.