It’s homecoming today and
the normalcy of a morning walk
down Lexington Avenue, you in
your suit and I in my thick amber
sweater, holding your hand between
sips of coffee and looking about
distractedly, because you’re alongside
me and my mind can safely wander.
Then returning to a bowl of oatmeal
with strawberries and savoring it as I
savor you, watching last night as
you dressed, just as you have all
your life before I had access to
your ordinary as I do
now.