"due in three weeks"
finally
the past is falling into present's place
yellow has a name again
you fizzled orange's archetype but boyish
so now you return to her abode to lookout
glancing where she'd stand like switching tabs
every few seconds checking for traces of fate
you give in willingly but you can't help it
you guiltily embrace your cheat through optical fasciculations
the world is somehow smaller here
it's like your dreams but all the walls
are closer, closing empty space
it's easier to trust imagined fraud familiarity
when there's no air between your hand and hers
in truth she is a character
her dimples fodder for your ego
her enigma stock for poem
it's like you're learning some new lesson
just because she isn't nil dissimilar
and words aren't quite like ever they're before
the question though
compares the value of two newbirds meeting
with that of one bird loving her as stranger
never knowing her as friend
