Monday came at us
  with full intensity—
            game time,
        text flurries,

  ramblings stacked like bricks,
              one after another.

Florida Gators were fighting, (My team, this night)
            down to the wire,
                     and yet—

  Always one eye on my phone…

  her messages arriving faster than Auburn's rebounds.

She was gonna to go out,
             but didn't.

Stayed home,
  played along,

  making Monday a different kind of victory.

Somewhere between tip-off
  and the final buzzer,
  I forgot to eat. (because I often do)

And I never even asked her:
  "Did you eat?" (because she forgets, too)

It's those little details
  that make us... us.

Together, yet apart,
  matching rhythms,
  sharing songs,
  missing meals,
  trading words,

  running our own full court press—

Fast breaks of conversation,
  easy layups of laughter,
  no-look passes
  of sudden, sweet connection—

  a game as tight as the one on the screen.

By midnight,
   my team had won
   and so had we—

   one victory loud,
   one quiet…

   both exactly what we needed.