days
is nice, but nicer still is to
return home
to the house waiting
for you.
everything left as it was
when you
closed the door
and the took the train
north.
there is the couch
with the pillows just so,
the vase
on the mantle.
the book on
the nightstand, earmarked
where you left off.
the window cracked to let
the fall air in.
the bed
made
and waiting, your
slippers
resting near the door.
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