Our Love

Our love was only meant for the dark

When everyone else went to bed

Or were not home

In the backseat of your car

Away from the streetlamps

By the bluffs under a red moon

Our love was for after hours

Not the main event

Prioritizing my fear

To let someone in

Making me their home

And me making them mine

It did not fit

We could not be what the other wanted

After it all -I saw how truly messy

I’d let my house become

Elizabeth Almeida ©2022