I got out of the car that dropped me off at your apartment at 6:16pm and its grey outside and your apartment was a darker shade,

I felt so free though I felt so confined within the tiny space,

I wanted to leave the area but I didn’t want to leave you,

I have so much work sitting on my desk back at home but I prefer to just dwindle through the sheets rather than do actual work,

It is 8:32pm and you are making me coffee and you ask if I like cream and sugar, I like both and you knew this, but you asked anyway,

I asked for only sugar, and I stared at the circle of brown-black liquid beneath me, catching a slight glimpse of your reflection,

As I sipped, you asked me about my plans and my thoughts on everything from the Kama Sutra to my favourite shade of green —forest,

It seemed almost customary for me to ask for another cup of coffee, but I did so anyways,

The grey atmosphere made your eyes look duller than before, but it never failed to describe them as glistening in my diary every night,

It is 9:45pm and I miss you already and I haven’t even put my coat on to leave,

It is 9:46pm and I don’t want to leave,

It is 9:47pm and I find myself running out the door,

It is 9:48pm and I am freezing,

It is 9:49pm and I realize I have ****** up again,

It is 9:50pm and you tell me to stop checking the time that it won’t making things go faster,

It is 9:51pm and you tell me you’re not mad,

It is 9:52pm and I am back inside,

It is 9:53pm and I don’t ever see myself going home,

It is 9:54pm and I realize you are still right there next to me.

Paradise, 2018