We work out at a gym full of creeps and holes. We walk along the creek & imagine sinking in, floating down. She makes me feel the moment, when all I want is to continue to walk. We make dinner together, and she screams as the turkey hits the hot pan, the cats go running. She screams when the oil spits when the lid lifts. I'm feeling like she's ridiculous. We eat dinner & drink cheap chardonnay over a bad movie. She creates a list of ways to show her love how much she loves him on a Monday. She plans that they'll drink coffee. We listen to music. I drink more wine & appreciate the $500 richer feeling. I imagine heading home & the big bed alone & waking up in it. A day when you feel all the lyrics in all the songs they ever sang about loss.