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.