Everyday

I moved that strand of hair

From in front of my face

The way you used to do

I took the long way home

Instead of going straight

Like you told me to

I put the cup back

Into the cabinet, in the spot

You asked me to

I put the keys on the ring

And lingered in the hall

Like you usually do

I sorted mail,

In your chair at the table

Where you always do

I lived another day

And it made me

Think of you