is this love?

it’s four-eleven am

and he calls me to ask if he

can pick me up to take

me to see one of my favorites

things, i can’t say no

it’s four fifty-two am

and im sitting in his car

watching him drive up the hill

because “the sunrise looks

best from this point of view”

it’s five-twenty one am

and im listening to him talk

about his hopes and dreams

and how he wants me to

be apart of them

it’s six-eighteen am

and he watches my face

while i talk about why i favor

sunrises so much, his

fingers dance with my own

and i think this is love