through optical fasciculations

"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