We watched spoken word videos until far later than we should’ve, padded quietly around your kitchen, finished a documentary about cave diving and you kissed my knee. Missed my bus and fell asleep next to you instead. Shuffled to bed, arranged limbs right, laughed in the dark, and eventually fell asleep again. Woke to the postman at the door, messy haired and soft, caught the train together and then split in two directions, hands in pockets. I have nothing more to say than this. Collected evidence of how theoretically flawless this is, but something quiet keeping me ripe with ellipses.