Wednesday—
          another four a.m. conversation, (we gotta chill)
          laughter lingering in the quiet,
                      kisses keeping time.

Thursday—
         *another* real date, (believe it or not)
         Gary Owen opening night,
         Helium in the air,
         laughter filling the room,

         your smile lifting me higher than the punchlines.


On the way back,
   Mom called—
   I pulled my aeroclips to hear better,
   left them right there in the Lyft.
   (Third set gone… I’m nothing if not consistent)

A quick Irby’s drink,
  caught up with the Braves game,
         a 4-3 win over the Mets,
            then back to the BNB—
                         cuddles,
                           sleep,

                         perfect.

It’s still only Friday,
               somehow—
  this week running on
 helium and heartbeats.