why do you wake me

you
wake me up by lifting the
brass drawer handles on my dresser,
and dropping them over and over
until I stir, or by shuffling
across the floor and then
just standing there until I wake
up with my hair on end, not
sure if it’s S., my love, who came
to visit on his way home from work.
you
annoy me by emptying the pine
nuts from my cupboard twice,
after I bothered to roast them,
making S. laugh at how silly
I am that I forget what I did with
them and no, they are not in
the freezer or in the peach jam
I put up a few days ago.
why do you wander in this house,
waking me at night, what do
you look for in the late afternoon
or late at night in the kitchen
while I sleep, until you decide in
boredom to stare at me and make
a few noises until I wake and find
that you are not the one I love.