intervals

came onto her in

intervals, where each

joke told made her

laugh & kept her

smiling, looking at

him & watching him

move like a jester

who was putting on a

show solely for her &

it was alright, she didn’t

mind, because the

thoughts she had

were not being forced,

they crept up

comfortably & in

time when he wasn’t

around---she ran the

moments that he made

her laugh over & over

in her head again,

especially when she

was alone or at work,

cramming in school or

hustling in the rampant

demanding pace of

everyday life, which

unlike how he made her

feel, didn’t seem to care

whether she was alive or

dead---the words he used

were kind & they dropped

like feathers in a light wind,

drifting down in

her memory later,

mixing with the gentle

brushes past, the bare touches

of the hand, the closeness in

an intimate space & even

the heat that seemed to come

from everywhere

when the two of them were

alone for whatever reason---

the eagerness she held inside

was overwhelming, but

she wasn’t rushing, she

wasn’t panicking & she

wasn’t worried, because it

truly felt that he was in

for the long haul &

she enjoyed every minute of

it.