Morning After

Awoke.

Rolled over.

The bed,
Next to me was empty.

Rolled over again,
Across the still damp spot,
From the night before.

Crossed to the bathroom,
A towel on the floor,
Steam still on the mirror,
Over the sink.

Nude,
Stepped into the hall.

Thought I heard a door close.

In the kitchen,
On the table,
Two cups of coffee,
One nearly empty,
One still warm.

Poured for me?

Egg still warm from the pan,
On a plate,
With toast,
Jam.

And a note.

“Had fun.
Let yourself out.”

Nothing else.