We walk in and the brown Buddha smiles hello.
This is our enclave.
The little corner booth beside the window,
with the laminate wood table,
and the waiter who keeps refilling our drinks.
I love the funny face you make
when the sauce is too spicy.
We sit here talking about
love, and our future,
and the circular arrangement of plants behind the desk.
Between bites of cheese wontons,
Love says hello.