He wakes up and slips on his pants and boots
Groggily he walks into the kitchen of his small modern apartment
The morning light fills the room
It’s gray
He grabs the coffee pot and fills his mug
Only too see water
His roommate takes notice
She snickers
“You have to turn it on first Cowboy ”
As she gathers her textbooks
He smiles gently saying
“I guess I’m just used too home”
He stares longingly out the window
Only too see bricks and steel
Thinking of early morning fishing trips with his father
The smell of coffee would wake him
He stared remembering the hills of green that used to welcome him everyday
She can hear his silence
She puts her things down
“Here”
Taking his mug and grabbing his hand leading him across the kitchen
She helps with the coffee makers many buttons
His only had a switch
She hands him a mug but doesn’t let go
She looks worried and asks
“ You okay? “
He smiles weakly
“ Yeah “
She lets go smiles and leaves in a hurry
He wants to tell her how he feels
But he reminds himself
“ She’s Not Home “
