emergency contact

I thought whirlwinds were love

and I thought lightening was love 

I thought butterflies were love

and I thought reassurance was impossible in love

I thought stability could never go with adventure 

novelty, with structure

and then I fell in love

with a man who made me laugh

and for some reason, 

always wore black

hammered away 54 hours

and somehow, 

still,

always called me back

we're talking about a private man

who will,

somehow,

now,

publically hold my hand

and tell people we're dating 

put me on his shoulders, 

when we're celebrating 

and let yourself be reminded

we're not talking about some average jerk

we're talking about a man

who takes my call at work

this man speculates my reactions

and his predictions are exact

for convenience, 

we'll refer to him as "my 

emergency contact"

-Maithili