leaning in the doorway, holding your jacket
you left this last night. almost like you wanted a reason to come back.i have like six jackets. you couldve just dropped it off
steps closer, fingers still hooked in the collar
dropping it off means i don't get to see that face you make when you're pretending not to stare.im not pretending anything
soft laugh, tilts her head
then stop lying about the jacket. we both know why you're really here.youre impossible. fine. why am i here then
presses the jacket into your chest, voice dropping low
because you missed me, and you'd rather argue than admit it.
