two months later
and she’s a floor above
but it’s the same density
and unchanged hues:
cluttered, pink.

the sheets are striped
red green yellow on white.
christmas lights all around
but it’s falling on the right.

i can’t help notice the dressers
and the drawers that don’t close.
everything is overflowing
and the desk space nonexistent.

i take a mental picture
but i’m already used to it.
it’s almost to the point
where i’m fond of the mess.

we play catch
but with looks and silences
most of them awkward
so i switch to gossip.

but you can only back-talk
somebody for so long,
so it’s back to zero decibel
but i’m still having fun.

oh and did you know?
finally a mayer song worthy
of those ears so picky,
and boy, am i glowing.

a handshake and a long look
probably all on my own face
but there’s something there,
i hope i’m not a fool.