I’d gone to the bedroom

All but tucked in to the quilt

Just to realize I’d left the kitchen light on

 

Reaching for the switch I see the kettle on the stove

Steam rising from the top

 

I know If you were still here you would’ve chided me for

buying a teapot without a whistle

 

Because just like you I’m a little bit heedless

Maybe a little bit forgetful

 

But on nights I make tea and leave the fire still burning

I’ll look and see the kitchen light on

 

Because you are, still here