Her first day at the new job.
Lead Graphic Designer, Norway.
I'm as proud as her parents.
She's a goddess at work.

I walk past the white church
And up the hill. Kindergarten
Sounds. The key she gave me
Fits. Why wouldn't it?

I arrive before her.
Barely anything here is mine.
Yesterday's red wine stains
On the glass table

Remind me of something
She did that made me laugh
So hard that Portuguese
Stuff almost came out of my

Nose. She cracks me up.
Cracks me open like a can of
Tuborg and helps herself to
Mouthfuls of my infatuation.

I am in awe, I catch myself
Thinking as I rest my bag on
Her sofa and join it.
Silence but for the shy humming

Of the fridge. She has a thing for
Freshness; every room smells clean.
The scent of fabric softener on
Her bed mixes beautifully  

With that of her skin. I noticed it  
The first time we hugged.
The first time we met.
First date,

Not even a month ago.
Moving fast; we've agreed that
We're too old to not let ourselves
Get carried away.

Too much to lose, to lose.
First time alone in her apartment.
I'm not a guest here,
No stranger to these walls.

In good old fashioned love, but
More. Just as anyone in any kind
Of love feels theirs is.
I try not to wait for the sound of

Heels up the outside stairs, but I am  
Too happy not to, and for now I'm
Just relieved; the key she gave me
Fits. Why wouldn't it?