For Elena
The ordinary days are the ones I kept.
From Jonas
From Jonas
Sunday, when the light stayed and neither of us got up.
From Elena
I can still feel that quiet. I did not want the day to start.
From Jonas
You always leave the second cup, as if I might walk in.
From Elena
That cup is how I know you were thinking of me.
From Jonas
We took the long way home on purpose, just to keep talking.
From Elena
I was not cold. I was trying to make the street last.
A letter
I do not have a speech. I have the kitchen at eight, your coat on the chair, and the way you read the same page twice when you like it.
This page is the photos I did not want to lose in a camera roll, and the sentence I keep almost sending.
I am glad it is you.
Jonas
From Elena
I read it twice. I am keeping the second cup, and you.