In every room of this house
I run into you.
In a closet
of your old sweaters,
In a kitchen
with recipe cards from your hand
or a mixing bowl we made my first cake in
It was white with chocolate frosting, I remember.
In a bathroom with your emory board
an emery board that went to each and every
house you lived in, I remember.
In every room I run into you
Because you go where I go now.
