I keep thinking about
how I wasn’t planning on
being here,
right now.
And I’m kind of annoyed
that I am because
I am still in pain.
So I’m sitting in my car
at the park,
looking up out of
the sun roof into the
leaves that become
bright green when the sun
hits them.

It is a beautiful day.
The first day of Summer.

I have a man who
has never raised his voice
or insulted me once.
We don’t argue,
we disagree
and we always
both apologize.
He called me a goddess
once when I sent him
a naked photo,
and I didn’t feel
**** before.
He is gentle with
animals and kids
and me.
Our date nights
consist of lots of ****,
the Chinese buffet
and ***.
I am an early bird
and he is a night owl.
I am the storm, and
he is the rainbow
afterward.

I don’t know what
I’m doing
and neither does he
but I sure hope he wants
to keep doing it
with me.

I’m not sure if he
knows this,
and maybe I should
tell him
just in case,
but I am not going
anywhere.
He is the kind of man
women write about
in the bedroom.