Tue, 8:41p.m.

For Ali

It was something about it, 

Just sitting there—

cat curled into a comma

against my thighs, 

fridge humming

softly

in the background. 

You said

you’re sorry

for upsetting me. 

And I replied, 

I’m only upset

because I—

care. 

Really care. 

Too much, maybe. 

And if you told me to run, 

to throw myself

from the overpass

on State Highway 1,  

because you needed me

at the bottom—

I would go.

No hesitation. 

I would do anything

you wanted.