I dropped you off at the airport the day we moved into our
first flat together.
You called me days later, told me you had been looking at
‘kites’.
I called you the day before your return, you said you had
put a down payment on a ‘kite’.
Your flight was late. You were mad. Your bags had been lost.
I knew what was in your pocket.
I showed you where I put the pots, pans, towels, clothes.
You showed me the ‘kite’.
I made you ask.
I haven’t known you
long, you said, but I’ve known you
long enough to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you
I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal.
We spilled red wine on the beige carpets and walls.
