intervals

came onto her in
intervals, where each
joke told made her
laugh & kept her
smiling, looking at
him & watching him
move like a jester
who was putting on a
show solely for her &
it was alright, she didn’t
mind, because the
thoughts she had
were not being forced,
they crept up
comfortably & in
time when he wasn’t
around---she ran the
moments that he made
her laugh over & over
in her head again,
especially when she
was alone or at work,
cramming in school or
hustling in the rampant
demanding pace of
everyday life, which
unlike how he made her
feel, didn’t seem to care
whether she was alive or
dead---the words he used
were kind & they dropped
like feathers in a light wind,
drifting down in
her memory later,
mixing with the gentle
brushes past, the bare touches
of the hand, the closeness in
an intimate space & even
the heat that seemed to come
from everywhere
when the two of them were
alone for whatever reason---
the eagerness she held inside
was overwhelming, but
she wasn’t rushing, she
wasn’t panicking & she
wasn’t worried, because it
truly felt that he was in
for the long haul &
she enjoyed every minute of
it.