My girlfriend is sad to leave her mother,
something that has never happened.
They are emotional and tearful,
driving us north. We stop for lattes
and hot chocolate, which heartens
us all. It is mid-morning when we reach
our new home, and the delivery truck
is parked outside. We move inside,
across the bare floorboards,
and ensconce ourselves in deep
wicker couches. Bella makes sweet tea.
This moment feels historic.
As her parents’ car swings away,
we wave from our front porch
like a long married couple.
It is strange, and immensely pleasurable.
We kiss passionately, and go inside.