Seville Restaurant.
I am as confident.
As her yellow umbrella.
I got my phone.
Wallet and keys and dreams.
I am ten pounds down.
With a book in case.
She is here.
And I dug through 59 band shirts.
to find the right one.
Which she approves of.
It's snowing outside.
We hold hands.
Order espresso.
Exist amidst everything.