A year out.
Wound out,run down,coasting in.
Not much left. Not much there.
Meeting at the cafe.
Psych us up for the opening.
You sat down.
I stopped.
Cold, crystalline, searing, clarity
Keds, jeans, blue sweatshirt.
Chestnut hair half over your face.
Tip of the nose, some lip, Bright brown eye.
Flicking your nails, nervous.
Quiet, calm.
I'm aware of my breath for the first time.
I could see then, as I can see now.
Who I would be, what We could be.
Together.