I laid out my clothes for the week

I showered and brushed my teeth.

I felt triumphant on the eve

and let the sound of the TV ring,

good willed jibber jabber and zingers.

Finally, my feet were bare and my bed was clean,

I turned the light off

and nestled underneath the sheets.

I sighed and smiled and awaited,

I snickered at jokes I anticipated telling her.

I laughed aloud and slightly felt embarrassed.

I shuffled my feet

and the room became clear,

i somehow bit my finger,

sat up and looked at myself in the mirror.

Sleep wouldn't come

 I wrestled with the thoughts,

were my clothes right?

were my jokes contrived?

If I could catch her

and carry her books

then i would have her

for that day