Counting

A Poem by Popsie

I took out
One plate
Too many
Before realizing
My mistake

I almost make
An extra cup
Of coffee
In the morning
Then I notice
You’re not here

I reach for you
In my sleep
Expecting
My fingers
To hit your skin
But they’re met
With only
Pillows

I got used
To the feeling
Of you
Being here
Being close
It was
The best feeling
But I never
Get my way

So
I just count
The days
The nights
Until
I can hold you
In my arms
Again.