Okay

“Let’s go to the park!”
Sounds alright.
Our eyes catch the petals of that rose.
Our legs heavy and tense, I go home.

I’m tired.

“Meet me at the café.”
I don’t see why not.
The blackened liquid of my cup down quicker than expected.
She doesn’t like coffee. I buy her a bagel.

Maybe she likes me.

“Let’s see a movie!”
I like comedies.
But now I like horror movies.
She’s quite energetic.

I hope she likes me.

“Can I come over?”
I need some more company anyway.
The pizza was thin, with mushrooms.
Just how she likes it.

She’s here with me.
In this moment.
I lean in.

And now I’m here.
Stuck here.

I miss those days.