Maybe it’s enough to sit on your bed with nothing

but a lamp turned on

The small yellow light emanating out into the darkness
Maybe it’s enough to make a new friend after so long

To feel the frenzy of electrons between

two people, the nervous flux

before the current settles
Maybe it’s enough if we never touch

But that I get to spend the whole night staring at the curve and drop

of your ankles.

Your bright orange socks
Maybe it’s enough to walk home afterwards

With a warmth blooming in my chest

To step out onto the street

And look up
There is a nimbus cloud forming now

You can see it – gray against deep purple

The night sky is changing