Oct 2, 2023
high at 7-eleven on a friday.
you dropped your slurpee. it splashed all over our shoes and the linoleum.
you told me later that the worker was staring as you laughed hysterically, rushing to get napkins.
but i didn’t see him.
all i saw was your smile.
it made me feel like a bee on a daffodil in summer air:
full and present.
all i heard was your laugh.
it made me feel like fallen leaves on an autumn breeze:
weightless and content.
what? you giggled with bloodshot eyes.
nothing. i smiled and rubbed the red from mine. nothing at all.
but i’m a bad liar.
in that moment, the realization couldn’t have been clearer:
this will always be enough for me. you will always be enough for me.
high at 7-eleven on a friday.
