Tossing and turning during a rainy night

She always picks the worst days -

the days I would have stayed in anyways -

to come and sing sad, slow songs

that remind me of the man I want to be.

As she hums,

I am weak.

I cry about things I cannot change

and that I cannot change them.

Good things come in threes,

Especially steak tacos.

Chef, my compliments.

I forget your name,

But your hair looks nice today -

Just thought you should know.