fourth dimension

I was awoken by a mourning dove
outside my window

the same one
from all my childhood memories

they don’t have those here

yet this one follows me
insists on watching me

my eyes still heavy from sleep
I channeled the discomfort
into a long stretch

extended a leg
towards the edge of the big empty bed

my toes touched
the cold white tiles of the restaurant

the coffee machine
covered in a layer of dust

all the chairs still stacked up

a crack on the sliding door window 

the same foot marks
on the kitchen door

toilet paper on the bathroom floor

the register still hadn’t been emptied out
it just lay there
exposed

then the speakers cracked 

and in the dark kitchen
he stood
leaning in

prepping onions
tea towel over his shoulder

those same dimples
I remember watching
from the bar

I ran to the dining area

my voice cracked
when I saw Frank

and I ran to him
collapsing into his arms

it reminded me
of that little note he once left me

it will all work out in the end

if he could be so good
then why was he so bad?