Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

I know you're probably not home

but I'm taking all of these high risks

optimistic, I guess,

hoping that one day--

just maybe,

you'll come back to me.

I told you those three words

the other day, outta that office job

we've spent months at, hoping that's

cubicles would close up on us;

ice cream breaks on Wednesday afternoons

sun setting ever-so-slowly

bubblegum flavors, intermingled through wet, meaningless

kisses.

Maybe you didn't understand.