I’m writing this like you won’t see it,
like you don’t smell of rhododendrons
and I am not watching true crime.
I think I will know you in
in such a different way
but I am glad to get where we’re going by taking the long road.
No shotgun, no punch buggy.
More mix tapes and late night texts about your exes.
More cross-country dinner plans and finding out we like the same crystals.
I think you are the kind of magic
I’d like to make an altar to.
I think I’d like to show you
how when I try, those walls
(I was born when the Berlin toppled)
and sometimes humans are the kind of good good,
like sunrises when you’re not too tired and have a cup of coffee
at the perfect temperature and you’re wearing a sweater. Very scenic.
What I’m saying is I would care to be kind to you
and I don’t need much more than kind in return,
and we will see where that takes us
on this road.