Memories & Coffee Poem by Keith Michael

There is not a moment I can go without you. I sip your name from my morning coffee and feel every finger sliding up and down my back in the shower. My head hits the pillow a little harder every night, carrying each of your memories i stacked for that day, but your head leaves the imprint on my stomach. The radio is turned to your favorite station and the laundry is just as we left it. All that has changed is the flower I left on the side of your mantel, and it grows stronger every day.