Forbidden

Last night,

I drove by the building you camp behind at night,

by the airport, a good 20 miles from where I live,

too ashamed to stop and say hi and check on you

after changing our password, our fake last name we put on our room key

and only you and I know that I did that.

I texted you my master password out of guilt

and I’m totally okay with you changing it and not telling me

even if I never see you again

because I want to see you again

and that’s why I’m sitting here in the afternoons

alone in our room

waiting, even if I have to replay the memory of those two days in here with you forever.

Should you ever stop being furious with me

and decide to text hi at 1AM from the parking lot you sleep in,

I’ll have been waiting in the vicinity of the airport

and I’ll meet you within two minutes to kiss you.