When the Furniture is Out of Order

chair and pillows
not that we can’t hear each other
from where we are,
but just because.

And I leave the chair like that
even after she goes –
the whole day long –
so that every time I pass through the living room
I remember our conversation.

Having everything in order, just where it belongs, is highly overrated. šŸ™‚

SHE LET ME make her breakfast.
and said yes to the Clementines I pulled from the drawer.
We sat there peeling them,
the smell of oranges filling the room.
I liked that.

I made more coffeeĀ than was necessary,
I was pretty sure,
considering half the time she comes in,Ā announcing,
“None for me. I’ve given it up.”
Surely, I’d be dumping most of it afterward.
I turned the coffeemaker on
a few minutes before she was due because
there’s just something about the sound and smell of coffee brewing
when a morning visitor comes through the door.
This might just be a thing I think.

We catch up on her recent trip
and my finally taking a class
and our various church stuff.
We are knee-deep into her wondering what to do
about the mostĀ negative person she’s ever known
when my phone rings.

I decline the call,
but when it rings again,
she says, “You need to take that”
and she’s right.

She slips out.

after she goes
and after the call,
I wander through.

Dirty plates are piled high with orange peels,
the furniture is askew
and the coffee pot is empty.

You can’t buy this kind of happiness.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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3 Responses to When the Furniture is Out of Order

  1. pastordt says:

    Oh, Marilyn. This is lovely. Makes me lonely for the friends that used to occasionally drop in and the casual way we welcomed one another. Where we live now, that almost never happens. Sometimes our son will drop by, just for a chat and that I love. But my drop-in friends? I miss them.


  2. The sound and smell of coffee brewing in the morning – that is not just a thing you think. šŸ˜‰ Here’s to hoping we can catch a cup (or pot, whatever) soon!


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