Your morning routine
warmed my tiny, sleepy bones.
Your hands puffed
curls with precision
and I sat in awe
with pin locks.
A swipe of coral
lipstick and a flick
of mascara from a green tube.
Your perfume; warm vailla
and a cup of coffee. 2 packs Sweet'N Low.
Generous with french vanilla creamer.
But now I'm the one
who brushes straight strands.
My lips are red. I carry vanilla.
Coffee:3 spoons of sugar. Heavy sweet cream.
And you're not here anymore.