after a weekend of us

by | Autumn 2022, Poetry

it is time for you to go home.
you kiss me by the buses.

the caress of your cheek
is a palm full of water.

you say, see you later.
i will never grow

old of this feeling.
it sprouts up like flowers

between slabs of cement
and lingers, even in the snow.

when you get on, i wave
at you from the outside

of the foggy glass. cling
to the seconds it takes
for you to drive away.