Sometimes I sit in one space
For hours,
Thinking of how to make you
Smile. When you arrive.
Though I know you are tired –
I don’t like being a burden
A hassle

Sometimes confusion hits like the structure
Of this poem

Your space, I try to give you
So there may be times where I disappear
Leaving my flip flops as my only evidence
(the right one broke by the way)

I’ve been sipping abstinence since you have opened your arms to me
No bitter aftertaste.