She said. Why are you smiling?
I stood against the chair, feeling the corners of my mouth point to the ceiling.
I shook my head. No reason.
She asked again.
I’m offered coffee with carmel macchiato creamer.
I accept without hesitation.
Would you like waffles?
Only butter please.
I hope I spread it evenly enough.
Pfft. Yeah because I only eat I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
She set the waffles in front of me.
I stick the plastic knife & fork into the toasted morning delicacy.
I’m going to get it.
The waffle finally split in half.
You got it! Encouragement without mockery.
She settled on a movie. Is this okay? Pirates of the Caribbean.
Another reason we are becoming friends.
Mutual love for Johnny Depp as a pirate.
We sat there, working on different dreams, separated by laptops.
Music & poetry.
Do you know how to delete these words?
I took the laptop, highlighted the words, deleted.
I gave it back, finding I deleted too much.
I’m sorry. I was only trying to help.
I know. It’s okay.
I wanted to do this right the first time.
I fought the urge to beat myself up.
Such a tiny thing.
I don’t do taxes people.
I don’t want 24 pages of poetry.
It needs to be small.
A sample. Like a demo. She remarked.
We continued working.
I edited, emailed, and held random conversation with this beautiful friend.
Worry the time is ending.
What I’m used to
Replaced with love.
When she says she’ll miss me,
I know she means it.
Despite my negative comment about I’m not much to miss,
Her smile as I pulled away from her hug proved otherwise.