i've decided to keep walking.

you woke up late and now my coffee is cold.

i'll water the plants in your backyard with the grits of my now stale colombian blend. but don't expect me to make another pot. those beans farmed and harvested and shipped from a foreign land are far to precious for me to t h r o w a w a y again. while i wait for you t o w a k e u p .
so
i'll come back in the afternoon after work. when the sunlight s t r e a m s through your backyard and the scent of jasmine wafts through the open windows.
you are awake now. so we talk about our days because we neglected to spend them t o g e t h e r .

and i will walk home with a song in my ear and plans to come by again tomorrow. afternoon. at the same time. with the same streaming sun and the same scented flowers.
without coffee.
because i know you won't wake up. and i've decided to keep walking w i t h o u t you.
but i'll always s t o p b y .