This isn’t serious.

We never say it is.

Never name it,
      label it,
      pin it down…

      long enough to define.

And yet—

We talk like forever is—
   just a casual thought.

Plan like the next visit
        isn’t a question.

Move through this
     like we’re not building something

     without ever calling it *anything*.

Not serious,
    but I notice the way
    you remember everything.

Not serious,
    but I find myself
    rerouting flights,

    shifting days,

    making space where space wasn’t before.

Not serious,
    but neither of us is going anywhere.

And maybe that’s the funniest part—
    how we both pretend
    like we don’t know…

    exactly what _this_ is.