7, 19, 83, 45, 14
I always imagined us
in our first apartment together
surrounded by boxes full of our things
waiting to be unpacked
in our home
a candle lit dinner
of chinese takeout
on the floor
the table unbuilt
and two glasses of cherry wine
the taste lingering on our tongues
as we read our fortune cookies to one another
what do you think our lucky numbers would have been?
This poem is about:
Me