30 days

One month.

I avoided the heat of your rebuke.

Found ways to detour your presence.

Today you walked through my unlocked door.

Unexpected. But very welcome.

You talked of nonsense, hiding any hint of a smile.

I spoke mindless chatter, hiding my dilation behind dark lenses.

What is this game?

We spark, ignite, then pour water on the blaze.

You can't avoid me. You look for me.

You want to tell me about you.

I want to hear it.

Are we too much of the same? 

Independent arrogance chasing a fantasy?

The moment another woman teases my intelligence

you swoop in to claw at her attentions.

Don't you know that there is only you?

Don't you know me at all?