Tuesday wasn’t quite right—
           Braves baseball,
           ordinary smiles,
             nothing wrong,
             just off-beat,

          just… missing Us.

Then Wednesday arrived,
   Fish Market and you—
 laughter flowing easy,
     eyes bright again,

     our rhythm returned like it never left.

Irby’s afterward,
       closing down together,
       one sweet kiss goodnight—

       quiet perfection, worth the wait.

Tomorrow, Vegas steals you early
(flight-buddy reporting for duty),
        tonight uncertain—
        maybe another smile?
        maybe softly skipped.

But it’s okay—
    I’ve already booked
    our next chance
    to find that magic again.

August 7.
Already circled,
Already smiling.