We lay tangled on my basement floor,
trying to occupy the same space
rather than being two
separate entities.

I pulled into your driveway,
my jelly legs unable to hold
me upright. Breath in jagged gasps.
My knuckles collided with your
front door.
The lock stuck, just as I’d imagined,
and at the sight me,
you about collapsed
(Your grin too big for your face).