i'm sure she misses me

i'm sure

she misses me.

the coffee cup stains on

her wood

furniture,

my shoes

left in the hall for

her to trip on,

the cap

off the toothpaste,

the butter

left out

overnight on the counter.

the stubble on

my face.

i'm sure she

misses the sound

of my snoring,

my taking of all

the covers,

my concern over

money,

the oil changes in the car,

and her past

lovers.

i'm sure she misses me,

there's no doubt

in my mind.

it's just a matter of time,

before the phone

rings.