Someone to come into the kitchen singing, “~what a day this has been~”
In their best Sinatra, Garland, or Fitzgerald—
The bell that is ringing for me.
I’ll tap the spoon twice on the rim that glints
Like the zipper on your coat
Or one of your canines when you fold back that little lip
showing me the weapon of your love,
not on purpose of course,
but you showed me all the same.
It made me love you.
I met someone tonight who made me think of you
His light hair
His unassuming manner
The look that murmurs, “tell me all about you, unless you’d rather not,”
And the way my neck craned to look at him—
How I ached afterwards.
Something about his mouth saying something unintentionally kind
Like when you cook us something and I smell it in the room long after you’ve gone.
But there’s something kinder in his eye than I imagine in yours
Something gentle and attentive
searching for something in me.
I wonder if it’s someone he used to cook for
Tapping the spoon twice
And listening to the hum of her hair
Long after she’s left the room.
Image by zack Mccarthy
Helen Laser is an NYC area writer with a B.A. in English and Theater from Muhlenberg College. In addition to writing poetry she enjoys writing short stories, plays, and music. She is an actor, singer, accordionist, and artist. She has been writing all her life, and believes deeply in “negative capability” and empathy. To her, those are the tools of a great artist. To see more of her work, visit http://HelenLaser.wix.com/helenlaser or check out her online shop to purchase artwork: http://www.redbubble.com/people/helenlaser.