Rain on the Grocery List

Ooh. Your handwriting on, a crumpled sheet. Coffee stains, and something sweet.

Milk and bread and something more. A quiet love we wrote before. The paper curled

the ink ran blue. Like all the things I lost of you.

Each line became what time had missed. Rain on the grocery list.

Rain on the grocery list. Smearing love in every twist. The water falls

where memory lies. Through ordinary goodbyes. No grand farewell, no kiss to insist.

Just rain on the grocery list. . The door still hums from where

you stood. The window fogs like I knew it would. Your voice remains