I’ve been told I’m whining about how good my life is.
Sometimes, you just need to hear the words “don’t go”.

Now I’ve heard them said with meaning and feeling
Yes, I’m fragile and human enough to need that.

Visions of a loft apartment above a warehouse in
downtown Detroit beckon me to uncertainty.

And next to me, she says, “bring me my salad,
or I’ll kill you,” and I can’t help but grin.

I’ve had my interview, geek-talked for two
hours, and they still haven’t decided.

She asked me not to leave today, and it pushed
its way out of her like when I told Red that I loved her.

Of all the promises I’ve made to come up
on a regular basis, the one to her means the most.

God damn, I need a clove.