so ordinary,
other things.
when i first saw you
sadness made sense.
coffee
and a heavy heart last week,
sitting on stairs
nowhere to go
was for a reason.
us,
here,
just before "too late"
is not coincidence.
succulents, bookshelves,
refrigerated milk —
we will make home here.
long ago in school,
the year i broke my wrist;
sitting at my desk
i imagined this.
so,
here you are
just before "too late",
and so
unmistakable.