Routine

One morning, you were gone
It was not out of spite, I know
And no, my whole world
Did not come crashing down
(Okay. Maybe a little)

Still, I looked for you
Yes. I am possessive like that
I like routine
And between us
Routine is what we have
(Routine is all we have)

I found you
Back in the place
Where we meet every morning
Porcelain skin, cold
Perhaps I was jealous
Or childish
But I hid you away, anyway
(I hate it when people use my coffee mug)


*Photo by Icons8 Team on Unsplash

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