Two cups of coffee

This morning out of habit

I made two cups of coffee

Then realised you were 

not there

Though I saw you dead

I cannot accept you are

Think you only left the house

On some craving

May return anytime 

And later confess

You had eaten some forbidden sweet.

At night there is so much of you

In the house I keep all the lights on

Afraid you'd come back in some form I fear

I shut the bedroom door tight hoping

You'd not come through that door

And startle me.