Two nights later…
“I want to see you the way I saw you two nights ago.”
This is how much I like you.
I want to hear you rattle the padlock on the stairway outside.
I want to come out and see that it’s you.
I want to be surprised when I see you, but not really…
I want to walk down the landing, smiling.
I want to stop at the gate and look through the bars at you.
I know you’ll be looking back at me.
Our eyes will meet.
I’ll spread the fingers of my right hand and reach out to you between bars.
You’ll know what I mean.
Our hands will meet.
We’ll hold hands…
Your fingers will go through the spaces in mine.
I’ll ask “How do you feel right now?”
I want to hear you say “Good.”
I want to look at you.
Really look at you.
I want to see you the way I saw you two nights ago.