What Love Used To Look Like

Saturday

You came to me on a Sunday, 

I was watching the sunset at Sunken Garden, alone

It was four in the afternoon

I came from the mass, 

Waiting for another guy;

I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, 

Thinking about my own solitude, 

But you smiled, 

And your smile softened my bits and pieces, 

I was still picking up from the floor

From previous broken relationships, 

And narcissistic promises

From men using love as their licenses to hurt;

It was October, 

You were wearing green in that picture, 

My favorite shade, 

Your words were kind, 

Your disposition, sweet

And since then, my world has been 

Brighter, a little bit, 

A little bit more manageable, 

A little bit warmer, 

even when the season is slowly

Approaching Christmas, like a hungry tiger,

Or in our case, a gentle and golden retriever;

You make matters light, 

You sing like my knight,

Not necessarily in shining armor; 

I held my yogurt drink close to my chest,

As you told me stories from your weekend trips;

I look up to you, and there I see, 

The man that he would never be, 

And I couldn't be any happier, 

I'm glad that we're spending 

this Saturday

together.