Javelin

it's a weird thing
to be mildly let down
every single day. 

I wake up,
brush my teeth,
walk downstairs, 
put on music,
put away the dishes
from last night. 

Make coffee,
note that coffee
and toothpaste
don't mix
again.

Then, 
I hop on my laptop,
go through the motions:
email, last night's writings,
her blog and nada.

I do this everyday,
minus the dishes,
and I don't know why.