Photo by Everyday Photography
You take one last look around his place.
When you arrived, you didn’t care.
Yet in his warmth, his kindness, his charm
He gets you in zero moves.
It wasn’t for you
It’s not for you
At least not for now.
Why is he so quiet? What is going on up there.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the peace and quiet.
I wear a battered hoodie and jeans, curled in a chair
and in my guarded way try to tell him about everything.
He wants more of a different sort
Knowing there are no strings
I’m moving across the country in 5 days
Still, I wish he would tell me to stay.
Instead we calmly bask in the unsaids
There’s no pressure, because after all of the craziness
We’re finally ourselves
And all is calm and right with the world.
I crave being near him.
I crave the unexpected moment when he leans in to kiss me
I crave the way he wants me
Even if sometimes he doesn’t look me in the eye.
I awake in his bed the next morning
He rests longer than usual.
I put my hand on his chest and he takes my hand
who am i to him?
He holds me close
A moment peaceful and lovely
Until I walk out into the sunshine
Never to see him again.