A red border box
asked for a lover.

The paper was folded,
creased down its spine.

A lover moved in
downstairs from me, below mine.

The apartment stood tall,
bricks to-attention, bricks in line.

A noise of unpacked
boxes filled the vents.

The removal men left,
now she’s alone to be content.

A knock at the
door, thud for attention.

The lock unlocked and
she entered, introduction over.

A late return that
night, date finished,
dive under cover.

Wake to see her,
next to you in the light.