hot filled room
a temporary junction
our only function
we, a temporary fixture
words of you
thoughts are clear
your mind’s ever so hazy
intentions were sadly lazy
you were other worldly
walking the pits of hell
i sit you top shelf
i stop, gaze my reflection
linger, you
i play with my fingers
mind’s lost
our last, i sat emotionally exhaust-
words come and go
thoughts come, never go
still top shelf
in black, your lips, your sound
i still wonder
if anything’ll ever come around