Culaccino

n. Mark left on a table by a moist glass

You smack my hand away 

As I try to pick up a mushroom from the pan

“It’s not done yet, wait for it to be on your plate.”

I laugh and pick it up anyways. 

You laugh and pull me close.

I tell you about my day

Complaining about the unfairness of life

You tell me, so what if the world is vile

As long as we have each other,

Who cares where all else goes

From the corner of my eye

I can still see us laughing and loving

But you’re gone the moment I turn around

All that remains is a ghost of you

Calling out my name

They tell me to say goodbye

You’re in a better place, they tell me

I don’t care, all I know is I am alone

I had you and I lost you

Now nothing could be the same