Lunch, I’m staring at

you, faintly smiling. You tell me

about the ingredients we need

for a recipe you scroll through

found on one of

the 300 recipe accounts we follow.

Staring - sorry, baby. I’m caught

in your eye, busied with the worst

kind of dream:

you gone, me here. Here:

pieces in a pile littered in a small

studio with no memory

of the smell of you.

Are you okay? I smile

more broadly slowly

nodding, We can stop by that dog park a

couple blocks from the store, it’s prime

walking hours - yes I

brought your book. You nod smile

lock your phone tuck it into

the little forest green pack around your waist.

Bailen’s 2019 hit is on -

Something tells me I

could fall in love with you

pay the check, grab your hand,

pull when i should’ve pushed, laugh

shake my head, i know it before you

say thats twice now!

i know i know

Something tells me I

could fall in love with you