A Cup Of Joe

sunlight cascades through the window

dew drizzles down the window pane

seasons find themselves in limbo

all eyes on the weathervane

coffee steaming on the counter

warm aroma fills the room

Joe comes in, his pace, a saunter

blends in creamer with a spoon

every morn, he grinds the fresh beans

reflects about the way things were

wipes his weathered hands on his jeans

takes a sip and thinks of her

he shuffles through the morning paper

the obits and the cross words page

the ones they used to solve together

missing her fills him with rage

this isn’t how he saw it going

so carefully he planned their path

but as they aged, frailty showing

goodbyes took her far too fast

he takes a sip and looks out the window

blows a kiss up towards the sky

says, “any day now, when the wind blows”

I’ll meet you in the by and by