it’s one of my shirts
it’s an evening gown
it’s wine spilt
with a few rips

it’s what we wore
scattered like stars
across the floor
it’s laying on the sheets
in the dark
it’s the streetlight through
the shades acting like our moon
it’s your eyes caught
between
it’s how they make like mine
and hide
it’s you darlin
and those hazel views
in the back row
it’s why i never took notes
and my back aches
it’s the bike
and deeds
it’s that couch
on the second floor
it’s falling in love
in a room without a door