Finally we got up.

I decided that this time

I was going to wear your shirt.

I feared your windows

Exposing to all of Union Turnpike

We were glowing with 

That accomplished radiance.

I pondered the place you came to

After a long day

A bad day

A wonderful day.

Playing imaginary scenes. 

Opening the door with a 

Different face

For each day.

I wanted to witness it all.

You cooked me 

A colorful plate of 

Vegetables and chicken

And of course 

Rice.

As always you made it spicy.

Despite the fire in my mouth

I realized there was one

Between us the whole time.

I knew no glass of water couldn't 

Extinguish this. 

You later claimed you lived

In such a crappy apartment

But

That was it.

You and I. 

Your shirt.

Your boxers.

That was all I needed to feel belonged

In what you claimed a crappy apartment.