The Chair Across From Mine

I made two cups of tea out of habit and stood there watching the second one cool on the counter. It's silly, the things my hands still do without permission — reaching for your hand at the movies, setting your plate down at dinner like you'll walk in any second.

The afternoon light stretches across the floor and for a moment I almost mistake it for you settling into your chair. What I wouldn't give for five more minutes of you sitting across from me, filling up this quiet room with the easiest conversation I've ever known.