Early Morning Light

the taste of her on my lips
lingering there as I drive past
the cemetery gates and
black cows grazing
in the early morning light
and there’s an old man jogging
on the other side of the road
wearing bright red shorts
and gray hooded sweatshirt
his arms bent forward
moving kind of slow and
my head ringing
with thoughts of last night
on my way back home again
still wishing I could’ve stayed
but she had to go to work
and I can’t stop thinking
how good she looked
walking around in her robe
we were standing in the kitchen
when I kissed her goodbye