Center

Saw your bike
On your front porch
Saw the light
Up in your window
Thought about knocking
On your door
But i was concerned
You had somebody over
I was concerned
You were alone
The night
I first met you
We were dancing
In the living room
And we kissed
In front of everyone
I had waited two years
To talk to you
Helped you move
Into your new house
Left hand prints in the closet
Before we moved you out
Looking up
At that room now
Still half hoping that you’ll come down
Because there’s such
Relief in coincidence
A universe that finally works
How you always suspected
With yourself near the center
As I get older
I recognize that love
Is mostly situational