You appeal to the sadness in me.

That’s where my love grows.

 

It’s the sadness that settles in

when a stranger is unexpectedly kind

and you know you’ll never see them

again.

 

You touch on that weight in my chest.

Could you ever see a home in me?

 

Pushing you from my tired mind

I get on with the day.

The day and I go out to lunch

and even walk down the street holding hands.

 

I take out the trash, do the dishes, water my plants,

pushing you out from my feet—

at each point of contact.

As toe grazes door,

as sole hits floor.