while we dangled our feet off
the side of the bed
the tv was kicked in;
(you'd loose your temper)
I couldn't get mad, we
didn't need to watch.
That night, I cooked.
(Candy and wine most days.)
God, the kitchen smelled good.
I tried to tell you how it was
always my favorite room
in the house.
your head at my feet,
trouble sleeping.
we drank, and we filled the room
with tears, and smoke.
occasional laughs,
that came from the pits of the stomach.