You know I guess I’m just
with love being some kind of
Wondering what others will say, about your
Of having to have “deep meaningful conversations”
with other people
when all you want to do is share a slice of pizza
Or take her out to the movies, holding her hand in
Or watch her cross the grass with her hair blowing, her face
I’m waiting for
the long emails
where you read right through
and the blustery days
where you wear coats
and run in the park
and hold hands
and drink hot chocolate and cocktails,
sharing marshmallows and umbrellas.
I’m looking for the innocence.
Where’d that go?