sitting here drinking coffee and mildly cleaning my apartment
mostly, i'm watching the heavy sky roll over
turning everything muted
gun metal luster
waiting for my ex to turn up for a weekend visit
during which we'll refer to each other as friends
mostly meaning it
we'll debate about where to sleep
always do
that awkwardness that comes from sharing a bed with someone for longer than ten years
making it seem silly for one of us to take the floor
the couch
makes any other choice unconscionable
we'll hug and laugh
hold hands walking down the street like old friends sometimes do
dish about our lives
his job
the latest crush
and i won't think about how lucky i am to be away from him
it's only for the weekend