Before she had a side

& he had a side. Before she knew the sound of the coffee grinder and had grown used to the way his old accent softly escaped in the early hours. There were times when she lay in her bed waiting for the hours to pass. Waiting to fall asleep. Listening to those sad songs. Tomorrow it would all start again. The excitement. The rush from a phone call or an email. All the words and moments and sloppy kisses. The maps on the wall of his bachelor apartment. The smells she tried to take with her.