oh, the most familiar face!
--and the rising
with no fall;
no
exhale
ah
how the chest swells
as at the first waft
of early coffee
demanding I drink.
(has anyone ever sighed and found herself shuddering?)
I grew ill
some day between first sip and now,
and that taste
--yours--
now, as much as remembered bliss,
for fear, has become no more
than imagined sickness
bowel and gut constrict--
I hold myself,
pretend not
as I'm greeted:
"Good morning!"
*please
keep that away from me.*