some things never change

we sit on the floor of her apartment

in the kitchen by the doorway.

I rub her feet and she plays with the dog.

this is as close as Im allowed for now.

I do not deserve to be here -

not with the way I hurt her.

yet, she still looks at me as she always has,

terrified with blazing hope.

and so now her head is in my chest and my

hands in her hair and my lips on her forehead

and we sit closely together

on the floor by the doorway.

we always end up close.