I did not want to be the warm body you crave at 2 am
On the left side of your queen size bed.
I did not want to be the one to take pretty pictures
While you stare out of your third floor window glass.
I did not want to be the one you hug a little longer
Than you would hug anybody else.
I did not want to be the one you prepare breakfast for
On a sleep-deprived October morning.
I just wanted to be the one who shows up.
At the right time.
And then again.