Aeneas

I know we just met, but
you make me feel needy
- the loneliness of my cat, humming
computer, the lack of roommates, all
louder because you don't,
you know,
text, sometimes.

It's not that we have nothing to say,
we exercise caution:
new friends, like slippery rocks -
and we try to be moderate, but

If you were a book, I'd read you all night,
miss my first class, climb
inside your vowels, find the climax -

and my library late-fees mounting.