I imagine you in each place we kissed -
First a TGIFriday's where we met before work,
A funny scene that never made sense but I stuck to for its optimism.
(No grief allowed when good manners are required).
Next a bench in Union Square,
more casual but with eyeliner still included.
Then your apartment,
and now I picture you in the park,
where crying makes the most sense
because it won’t disturb the crack heads
or make the petrichor too salty.
You’ll be wearing a sundress
and the smart grin that I would die for.
For that second when we see each other
In my imagination
I know we’ll be the same as we ever were,
which is enough for me to look forward to
the meeting where we break up
one final time.