Millennium Park
I want to live in
a brick apartment
with a deep wood
floor and a green tea
couch. I want your
tie on the back of
my door and your
cologne in the
strands of my hair.
I don't want you to
marry me. I don't
want you to leave.
I just want your
tie on the back of my
door and your socks
at the edge of my bed.
