Comfortable

This is the part before I post the poem where I write a disclaimer to say that it's a creative piece and not necessarily how I feel.... just in case someone reads this.

You make me consider
the big and skinny hands
on my watch
which has become
attached
to my wrist.
I'm always checking
for you
in the places
we would belong
if we called
the same city home.
But this rose city
has withered
a bit and I'm rising
to the idea that I belong
in places where I am
most myself.
As I recall
your couch
and Boston Bruins
fleece were rather
comfortable.