This was not just a room – it was
A milestone- a first communion,
A crisp suit, a new car, a fresh haircut-
A blank set of blueprints on how to be human.
It was a field where shoes aren’t needed-
Where you break curfew and don’t care about
Time or memory, where everything stands
Still because your mouth can’t keep up with
Smiling it wants to do. Eyes speak more
Than hands because they meet others and know
That there’s no need to hide and blow lines
Off of picture frames holding the dead eyed stares
Of mistakes and regrets. This was a room,
Where a beautiful girl and I first met.
