The after shave, the men’s cologne on the medicine cabinet shelf
Suits and dresses sharing their adventures in the closet with belts
Bright desert sun nudging me awake with a kiss
Are some of the little things that no longer exist

Making coffee in the kitchen doesn’t bother me
I don’t make the coffee
Nor wine from a bottle in the wine cooler
Or two fingers of Dewars

It’s standing in front of the cupboard putting away the dishes
Leaning on the past, my heart making future wishes
Between dusk and dawn, the neon lights and starlit skies
Are some of the little things my psyche craves but cannot hide