As Summer and Laughter

It rained the day we met –
the day I wanted you and
never stopped wanting you.

A blind date of sorts in which
words rushed from me –
a kindred spirit.

I have found no one as
summer and laughter as you.
I write these words

as if you might have forgotten
us at 3am this morning, and
during your quest for danish,

you left me here alone,
awaiting your return as if I
could survive.