Sunday morning

(fragment – Sunday morning after)

you said something about getting up for mass,
but I thought you were joking.

you left note in pink highlighter
like early Sunday evidence
“Thanxoxo”
on a 30 cent soy milk coupon in my fruit bowl.

salt stain where your boots were
with a yellow thread of neon bootlace
hugging two mudpuddles by the door.

your damp towel left on your pillow
on the other side of my bed.
I saw you getting naked but
I missed you getting dressed.
and I’ve missed you ever since.

I can’t believe you took a shower and my pomegranate before leaving.
And your Christian name is Charity?