Saving For Some Rainy Day Poem by Susan Lacovara

One cup of coffee, (not two)
I remind myself while pouring
The eye opening truth into patterned porcelain
Lifting it to lips
That yesterday lifted to meet your

Waking to the alarm clock of Cardinal's song
Revisiting my window sill
Today I leave the curtains closed
Not quite prepared to hear her music alone
Instead I hum out of tune, to myself

June promised heated days to grow my garden
The overcast skies see to it to stall the blooms
I straightened every room to fit your moods
And now I tuck into closets every last reminder
Of a Spring that never sprung

I can dress in old jeans, Yankees tee shirt
And take my time looking in the mirror
No longer matching colors and sprinting sweet cologne
To raise your senses to the arrival of me
And a day that was meant for two, to explore

There is a quiet, here...not completely new
I remember it all to well
It is the same quiet I lived within before you
Before the whispers weighed in
Before I stepped off the cliff of your summit

Two clocks tick away, one in this room
Another down the hall
Telling me that time has again placed us apart
You in the box that keeps your logical files
Me, in the mainstream daydream of hope and how did this happen

I was saving for a rainy day
The bundles of belief and breakfast coffee kisses
To build upon and use as our fortune, forward
I saw not the gray clouds moving in
Had I choose to remove my sunglasses, I might have