Couple at Occupy GR

I'm guessing you're an item, the way you sit together, arms folded over one another in the grass. I wanted to talk to you, ask you questions like, “Why are you here?” “What do you want? “What's your purpose?”

But I couldn't let myself wander up and shatter your moment together.

You seemed in tune with one another. In love, but not the kind of love most know at this age. The kind of love where it's calm, and comfortable, like an old, leather armchair or a worn, warm sweater. The kind that you can count on to be there, and not to change from day to day with the weather, or after the next party.

I know that love. I've seen it, and felt it. I can't be unhappy knowing it exists.