I like knocking
on the door,
waiting for him to
open it
and say hi pretty lady
before he kisses me.
I like how the colors of
his clothes never really
match
but somehow it works.
I like the nervous way
he asks me to tell him
about my day
as he packs a bowl.
I like how he wants
to do things I shouldn’t
say out loud
and compliments me
the whole time.
I like how after we
just scroll on our phones
and tell each other stories
the other has never heard.
And how he tells me I can
come over whenever
I want to, as I’m at the door
to leave.
I like him.
And us.

The man I’m seeing
works third shift.
So I don’t see him very often
but we talk a lot.

The other night
he called off work
so we could spend
time together.
He said that kissing me
makes him feel better
so he needed to skip.
And we did a lot of kissing
as well as other things.
I wish he could
call off work more often.

I was propped up behind him,
his back was leaned against me.
We lay like that for awhile,
just talking while I played
with his hair.
His hand rubbed my leg
and it would move
to cover his face as he told me
about his mistakes.
I stayed quiet;
listening.
It was 5 a.m and neither of us
had been to sleep yet.
But it was worth it to
have a few hours together.
Just before the sun started peaking
over the fields,
he kissed me good bye
but wished I didn’t have to go.
I didn’t either.