mirage

there's a place where it's still so hot the sweat is popping off our heads, rolling down our cheeks like delightful tears. i was in sweaty bliss, perhaps i still am

maybe i'm still sleeping in, lulled by the scent of your cooking. maybe i'm still avoiding the thought of leaving

you, taller. me, not so wise but eager to know. i felt like i learned you so quickly

if i'm still there, and you left before me, did you leave me for good or did you leave to go buy fruit? am i still standing there on the doorstep expecting you to show up or are you in the room undressing? are we dancing like we did that one night? or did i leave you

standing there watching me go, maybe that's where you are right now