You said “this is joy”
as we parted ways.
What a place,
a Chuy’s parking lot,
for my brain to become butterflies
flitting away
in a thousand directions,
unable to say
anything eloquent enough
though I felt the same way.
What a place,
windy and cold outdoors,
for my heart to race
and fill with blood warmer
than it had been a second before.
And that was the start
of my inability to look you in the face.