we went for coffee, i don't even like coffee
but i liked his grip around my waist and
the ten days he is here for like a cigarette
that burns out and he re lights again for comfort

we went for a walk and  the sun poked holes through the tree tops. we talked about education choices, then circulated our breathing back to
crisp
cool
delicate lungs

we went to sleep, on an old sofa bed,
piling duvets up on top of each other to sink into
i stay up too late and then i'm always the first to sleep
i wonder if he falls because i do