Two summers ago, I received
a text in which
you asked me to accompany you
(and our friends, who never showed up)
to a Braves game after work.

Once seated, your coworker asked,
“How long have y’all been together?”
I replied (disappointedly),
“We aren’t.”
She laughed in disbelief.

During the sixth inning, you stretched
your arm across the back of my seat.
Leaning into you,
(exchanging smiles)
I knew this is where we begin.