Breathe Here (A Poem)

Two nights in a rose
Love hit me
In the I

I know not why
And barely who

Said you
No
It was me

There was a knock on the door
"Who is it?"
"I was about to ask the same question."
"Why is it?"
"Can–or should–I let you out?"


We sat down for tea because
"You don't need anymore coffee,"
She said.
I stepped out for some air.
She said
"Breathe here."

I did and then I did again
And then I asked
"Who exactly are you?"
She answered
"I was about to ask the same question."