Scheduled Love

"Morning already?" he asked an empty room. She had left already for work. It was later than he hoped. His cellphone mockingly reminded him of this by displaying the time, and her picture. In the picture she gave the sweetest smile, one not frequently seen, he thought. 

The house didn't seem like his home, that he didn't belong. It was a place for two, or at least that is the way it was transforming. This morning, his tardiness, wasn't his first mistake.  A cat brushed his leg and cried. "I need to be more disciplined to keep Margaret," he replied as he bent to fill the food bowl.

After a while, he sat with his breakfast and wrote an itinerary for the day. In it were entries like "Organize my stuff in living room and bedroom, 4:30-5:30" and "Take out trash, including cigarettes, 7-7:30." He looked it over and found it complete after stuffing one last entry in, "buy flowers, red wine, and bubble bath, 4:15-4:30."

(c) Michael Mosher 2010