Today’s a nice day,
I muse.
I pull open the one window in the kitchen.
My arms turns to gooseflesh.
A bit crisp.
I breathe in,
Then,
Release.
Fresh start.
I turn toward the pot of coffee on brew,
The smell wafting into my focus.
Bringing fond memories,
Of us,
Eating breakfast,
On a Sunday.
My eyes catch on to,
A just ripened banana,
Yellow.
I scrawl a note.
In blue.
“I miss you”
I flip it to the back,
Examining,
The sticky bit.
Pieces of stray fur.
Probably, cat.
Last sheet.
Good luck, perhaps?
Never mind it.
I tack it on the fridge,
walking away.
The wind
Sweeps in
carrying It
to the
floor.