Maybe for kicks, we’ll dance for ourselves.
Around the kitchen, while waiting for the pasta water to boil
For laughs, we’ll sing karaoke to “Build Me Up Buttercup”.
And maybe tonight, we’ll watch the fireflies in the yard and laugh when my dog tries to eat one.
in three days, I’ll look back on this evening
Sitting in a lonely dorm room
And pray that someone would come and take me back to that moment.