I taped the concert flyer to the wall where you’ll see it.

I brought home the little cactus from the stall because you said it was funny.

I washed the wine glasses from last night and set two on the table.

I’m trying to explain how much I like you and failing at sentences, so I’ll just say it plainly: I like you.

I want to sit in the car with you and listen to the album we both know.

I left a note on the fridge with a ridiculous drawing for you.

I’ll be on the balcony with the crossword; join me when you can.

I stood in the doorway and watched you water the plants and felt lucky.

I left the lights low so you can nap when you arrive.

I like when you make plans and then forget them in the best way.

I’ll bring coffee and your bagel when I come by at eleven.

I’m thinking of your laugh from this morning and it’s still making me grin.

I left the window open so the air you like can come back in.

I’m happy and it’s because you texted me that photo this morning.

I’m still in my socks and waiting for you to bring the playlist.

I folded your raincoat and it smells like the park from yesterday.

Your mug is still on the sink, I left it by the window for you.

I miss you sitting on the couch next to me—can you come over this afternoon?

I kept the last slice of your banana bread in the fridge; come home for it.

I left a slice of cake in the tin with your name scratched on it.

I’m on the tram and every stop makes me wish you were beside me.

If you come upstairs I’ll show you the ridiculous selfie I took waiting for you.

I want to steal one of your hoodies and not give it back.

I sat on the balcony for ten minutes just to remember the sound of your footsteps.

Bring the dog toy and I’ll bring the band-aids; call it a date.

I can’t stop smiling at the sticky note you left on the fridge.

I’m keeping your umbrella by the door and my phone glued to my hand.

Come over and we’ll not watch that film we keep promising to watch.

I’m thinking of how you hum the same two bars while you load the dishwasher.

I woke up early and made extra pancakes in case you wander past the kitchen.

Tell me which record to play and I’ll bring the cheap wine.

I am smiling at the coffee stain on my shirt because it’s yours.

I like that you leave your socks on the floor and I trip over them intentionally.

When you text at noon I stop whatever sandwich I was making.

I’m sat with the window open and every creak reminds me you should be here.

I’m downstairs with the slow kettle and wishing you were here to make it impatient.

Your laundry pile is growing and I’m choosing your shirts over mine.

I miss your hand on the steering wheel when we drive without plans.

I kept falling asleep on the couch and woke up smiling at the mug you left.

Still in my socks that smell of your shampoo — thinking about you.