The little moments
The little moments leading to the rise and the fall
You carrying me to the laptop on the table to press play, because you don’t want to do it and I don’t want to leave the sofa.
You feeding me pozole on the mouth while I finish making the apple pie you started while I was serving your pozole.
You sipping on my mango boost drink and finishing it all after you had had yours. Me sipping from your same bubble tea next time we went to the shop.
Us in our leather jackets from our specialist store and them calling us the fashionable gangsters. You with your wound on your cheek you got God knows how, you never told me just to keep your mystery. I’m sure you were just being daft and fell.
You asking me if I was happy as I laid over you, head resting on your chest, and the greatest series of all times playing in the background. We’re not watching.
You taking a picture of me when I find something I really like, you want to capture that wide smile.
You saying can I go finish some work I have at your place? I want your company.
You fooling around with her in front of me.
You not walking me out because you were waiting for her as you had planned to do something that evening (you don’t know what, you’re waiting for her to tell you what). You looking uncomfortable telling me that.
You saying “I’m tired, sorry.”
Me ignoring you. You coming back. Me letting you in.
You leaving. Me ignoring you. You coming back.
Me ignoring you and all those little moments in between.
