“like the time we sat on our wood floor
and untangled christmas lights from a box labeled “easter”
I thought I loved you
when you said you shake your drink because you
think the vitamins settle at the bottom
and I laughed when you said
you think dead flowers need sunlight.
when I woke up this morning I missed you.
I moved the dead flowers out of my window box and into the sun
and while drinking coffee on a hill of tangled christmas lights
I thought to myself,
“this. this could be enough.”