IT'S THAT WAY
i.
the day begins
never in the way
we imagine
it would be
too predictable
even the love
I have for you
is that way
ii.
the shower water is hot
more so than yesterday
I wanted it that way
iii.
I tried to set
a place for you
at my breakfast table
some things are impossible
like a morning kiss
iv.
it may be Monday morning
but the streets are deserted
I willed it that way
they needed to be clear
of all obstructions
my thoughts are filled with snow
v.
the phone at my desk is silent
why do you not call?
I am here
you are there
Is this our waiting game?
vi.
the noon time sun is high
someone made it so
we can now find our way
to each other
my imagination does not
take a back seat
vii.
it's you on the phone!
I waited all day
to hear your voice
you will be here
in a matter of minutes
viii.
the sunset is much too early
our minutes
seem like seconds
it's always that way
we knew it
right from our reluctant start
ix.
the alarm clock rings
morning already
I am warm
underneath my blankets
my memory of you
fades like the dream
we just lived
• Mike Montreuil lives in Ottawa (Canada) and can be found at a hockey rink cheering on his son. (He'd probably feel at home in the UK today – this is being posted on Easter Sunday and its snowing.)