Footfall

I keep waking to these lost days
of late dawns and early dusks

of blue light
and black
mountains

of your coffee
cold on the
counter

and the absence
of your
footfall

on the hardwood
floors all
around me.

Ryan Brennan lives in the Catskill Mountains where he writes poetry that just barely exists. He has recent or forthcoming work in Cider Press Review, Frost Meadow Review, Pacific Poetry, Brazos River Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Mantle, One Sentence Poems, amongst others.