She hurries out the door most mornings
dashes off to the daily grind
But, I see her
wine tinted oval on folded tissue
that didn't quite make it into the bathroom trash
and smudged lipstick on the rim of her favorite coffee mug
there's a golden sun rising behind purple mountains
a puckered mouth imprinted on our daughter's forehead - still
as she sleepily eats cheerios in Barbie p.j.'s
and one more lip print on a yellow post it note
stuck to a carefully wrapped roast beef sandwich with all the fixins
that I pull out of my brown paper bag at lunch time
"I'm thinking of you"
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