The Choice

Did you smell the t-shirt I slept in after I went out the door?

Because I did.

Did you feel my arm around you when I wasn’t there and you couldn’t fall asleep?

Because I did.

Did you think about what drink I’d order at the restaurant we stopped going to?

Because I did.

Did you wink at me in the mirror looking back at nothing but yourself?

Because I did.

Did you secretly hope you’d bump into me out in the sun with the new blonde?

Because I did.

I did.

Hoping your eyes would talk to me.

Hoping they would tell me that we’re good.

You and I,

still good.

Not because our elbows are hooked and our fingers locked.

But good.

Because you and I,

we were real.

We chose to look.

For growth.

For presence.

For love.

And that,

is what we found.

Here and now.