Anything

You had me take it slow, sex was not the goal

Thought it was awkward as first, so I filled the empty space

With mindless self-revolving banter.

Eventually I realized I didn’t know about you,

So I shut up and asked,

“What about you?”

An oddly open-ended-question but you oddly had an answer

And another and another, to questions I didn’t ask, but I’ll lay in these stanzas:

What’s your favorite type of food?

Have you ever moved?

What’s your favorite movie?

Do you like jacuzzis?

Because I love you, I know what being open is like.

I know that there is comfort in conversation and silence; not one or the other.

And that talking about anything should anticipated the most,

That’s what I miss, more than dates at the movies, or hanging in the summer, or sex,

Is those aimless conversations that just meander through topics like river or stream.