Could I be in love?
Not like I was before.
But just in love.
With a man who loves me back.
Falling slowly up
to settle into lesser pressures.
Navigating higher currents,
peering backward and beyond,
loosing track of the boundaries that create the present.
I can’t yet see what’s before me
But the unknown is laced with certainties.
you’ll call me.
we’ll have drinks and dance parties.
and you’ll cook breakfast in the morning.
I can’t imagine such simple habits would break in that absence of a few weeks.
But more devastating changes have occurred under greater frictions,
and I am particularly vulnerable to your whims.
This one day feels like all of a beautiful summer.
And I know the next time I feel this nostalgia
it will be accompanied by your memory
whether or not you are here.
You are irrevocably part of my most insignificant history.
I could be in love.