The Other One

This one is the last one
is the first thing he says.
His hair is longer.

I'm afraid I like the falling in love part
more than the love itself.
Himself. Herself.
More than the loving.

In the traffic on Eleventh Avenue,
11th?
Yes.
she makes him laugh.
Relief that the last time was not the last time.

I won't stay the night
he says before he says it.
He gets the last ticket
not his first choice.

She hovers in the space
inside the open door
on a different night.