I like knocking
on the door,
waiting for him to
open it
and say hi pretty lady
before he kisses me.
I like how the colors of
his clothes never really
match
but somehow it works.
I like the nervous way
he asks me to tell him
about my day
as he packs a bowl.
I like how he wants
to do things I shouldn’t
say out loud
and compliments me
the whole time.
I like how after we
just scroll on our phones
and tell each other stories
the other has never heard.
And how he tells me I can
come over whenever
I want to, as I’m at the door
to leave.
I like him.
And us.