how to tell if you’re a long-distance nothing:
to temptation on this broken record player
modern but fashioned to feel
while I dream of my grandparents’
want both tulle and tuxedos?
mason jar centerpieces like every other couple?
whose mother will cry first?
I say this all while my
spine would melt
candle flame under Galway crystal butter dish
if only you would touch it, please,
if only it was you,
if only the waiting got easier
once you know waiting is what gotta let go,
but it’s in your eyes, the waiting,
so I kiss them in my sleep,
my left in your right and vice versa.
should we dance to miles davis or sinatra?
where’s your t-bird, and can I wear your pin?
do you like drive-in movies about
perfectly functional relationships?
I don’t know, sometimes they’re kind of sweet.
when you run out of firsts, at first
you feel sad but
you’re something new
but something familiar.