Of us

I've had blue nails since I met you.
And if I hadn't had been there, and wanted to.

The night that it was,

And your quick conversation.

Your staggered wit and measured steps.

I watched you light your cigarette and rub your knee.

Watched your knuckles slide over and around the side of the bench you held up.

I heard myself laugh

And I knew

That I loved, the this stuff

These things, of us.