Between Bruises and Blooms

The butterflies
didn’t arrive

during grand declarations.

They arrived

while I was
sprinkling cheese
over tortilla chips

at midnight.

You asked
if I was sleeping.

I said
I was making nachos.

You asked
if I was still naked.

I laughed,

pulled on
an oversized sweater,

and realized

the best conversations

aren’t always
about forever.

Sometimes

they’re about
nachos,
missing curtains,
and the way

someone still wants to know

what you’re doing

long after
most of the world
has gone to bed.