He picks me up like always. We drive awhile to find the Perfect place to eat. Opening the door for me, He makes me feel like a queen. The waiter is perfect. The table is perfect. Dinner is perfect. We laugh and tell stories. I tie up my hair, He tells me to leave it down, Keep it soft. And I do. He drives me home And I invite him in To open his present. I chose the perfect wrapping His favorite colors. He says 'you made it yourself?' I did, but I feel awkward. I chose each part, searched for hours. Made the perfect present. Embarrassed, I mutter something Ridiculous. A touch of the small of my back, Lingering hug and a kiss on my cheek. Standing at the bottom of the steps, He smiles up at me. I had a nice time, he says. His stance is perfect. His smile is perfect. The porch light on his face is perfect. Come back inside, I whisper. But, he's already gone.