once in the time that we were together. pasta.
vegetarian.
i leaned against your doorway, not yet comfortable in any place that belonged to you,
and said how touched i was that you'd listened to my nervous babble on our first date.
no meat, but dairy is fine.
it felt like the kindest thing anyone had ever done
for me mixing
handmade pesto in a white bowl.
clearing away a stack of unopened mail from a stool
so i could sit and watch the steam
rise.
in retrospect i can see that you gave me very little
and i tried to build
an entire future with it.
you must understand, i had never been
remembered
like that before.
with purpose.
without begging for it.
i took what i was offered and
ran.
