I adored us in the city,
you with your hand wrapped tightly around mine
in an attempt to keep my chilly fingers
warm, despite the piping hot
cup of coffee I just held in my cupped
palms.
Our feet caught up with each other,
dancing a delicate tango made for two
along the sidewalks of Philadelphia,
our soon to be home in a
mere matter
of months. You and I will take strolls
through the domes by the coffee place
we stopped in,
spend nights under the cover
of bedsheets laughing until our
lungs ache,
create new and strange recipes in our little
kitchen of our cozy and quaint place,
just made for the two of us. And sitting there,
on that bench with my head on your shoulder,
sipping coffee that went from scalding to freezing,
was exactly where I belonged,
and I knew why I adored us in the city:
It was where we were meant to spend our
little piece of our lives
together.