river

thinking about the day we first met

the anxious that was killing me when I was in that cafe while 

I waited for you

and right now my cold brew has turned lukewarm 

45 miles I would’ve driven if you answered.

we’re the tree that used to live in my backyard 

its branches grew so much that they split apart at the root 

a record player’s broken; I don’t think either of us are willing to fix it

a shame as we didn’t get to play our vinyls much

only so high we can go, when I help your split-lift

I think now there’s no more receipts I could send you next month.