Two doves fly overhead,
So close, so low that they barely avoid hitting the bus I should be embarking
If I were on time, for once.

If I focused on what I should be doing
Rather than getting lost
In my rambling thoughts
As I went through my morning routine.

Breakfast would have been done faster
If I could have stopped thinking about the book I read last night,
Beds would have been made in no time if I hadn't thought of what I should cook tonight,
My handbag wouldn't have been left behind, forcing me to return, if I hadn't pondered your kiss.

If I hadn't thought about how cold and automatic and perfunctory your kisses had become,
gestures without meaning anything more than that we belong together because we are together,
and that you live in your thoughts just as much as I do.

I shrug, watching the bus ride off into the distance without me.
I'll be late again...

But I'll have more time to think about the two doves now returning,
About the cake I want to make,
About the pollution I'm breathing from the passing cars,
About the couple of teenagers kissing on the corner,
About the baby crying in the pram,
About the shirts I forgot to iron,
About the shopping list I had left at home,
About the book I read last night,
About your kiss,
About the first raindrop landing on my face from the overcast sky,
the harbinger of rain that will drown my shoes before I reach my destination.

I smile and shrug again and keep think-walking.