This day

This morning I missed you more than I could handle.
Everything reminded me of you,
from the way the coffee was too strong for its own good,
to the way the paper had nothing to say that I didn’t already know.
These are the times when I notice your empty chair at my table.

I wish I could say that the day got better after breakfast,
but the man on the street corner told me that the world has changed.
I tried not to stop to ask him if could tell me why,
because I don’t think he saw me as I passed,.
Cursing you for the fact that “Rainy day woman” was stuck in my head.

The people on the bus were in on the joke as well,
They mentioned their funny friends that had the same name as you.
It took all of my concentration to not take that as some kind of sign,
that maybe in a few years you will come to your senses
And change the memories I have of you from “distant” to “just happened.”

“The times they are a changin‘ “ now playing in my ears
as I make my way through the streets to the place which pays my bills.
All the people stare at me as I laugh at the way this day is playing out.
This day, acting as a tormented reminder
That I am the one left to sort out what you couldn't.