He always knew where to find me, beneath the stairs with a novel in my hand.
The question was always the same, Whatcha reading? I instantly responded, A book,
Knowing he’d chuckle at my lame predictability. Back then we kept love in our pockets
Like wrapped peppermints to be savored after a spicy meal. Cool reminders of everything
Important. Kiss me now, I thought. While my breath is sweet and you are laughing at my joke.