inertia

she lets herself in
to an empty apartment
keys clatter on
to the coffee table
that lies dormant
and circled with
the stains of many
caffeinated cups
the building
slowly warms
to a balmy 62
the wind shakes
the windows as
she cooks dinner
for one
over the gas range stove
humming to the radio
she and the wind
harmonize the song
of mourning
a rare duet