And for a few days at least
My heart was painted on the walls
It was nice to be reminded
That I exist as something
Other than pen strokes and stapled pages

I feel as if I've collected bits of information about you
Like a bird with bits of fluff and twigs
Constructing a nest
Making something warm and comfortable
Out of tiny shards of something larger
I wonder
If they saw the trees from which their twigs fell
If they would still recognize their home

As the countdown starts
Pairs begin to form
Bodies pressed close
Liquor on their breath
Maybe your eyes will meet
From across the room
And time will slow down
Or maybe it will accelerate
Become exhilarating
Bottles clinking together
As your lips meet
The ball has dropped
And with it, it feels like, your stomach
Your heart racing
Maybe you and she will part
And share one last glance
Before separating forever
Perpendicular lines
Only meant to meet once
Or maybe
Just maybe
She will smile at you in just the right way
And you won't mind feeling like you're falling
It feels better to fall

Six
The number of classes we've had together
Five
The number of months until you graduate
Four
The number of times I've tried to say something
Three
The number of times I've really cried over you
Two
The number of weeks until I finally make a move
One*
The number of people who've ever really made me feel this way

I'm falling through sheets
Of iridescent cellophane
I can't help but wonder
How they reflect so much light
In this endless darkness
They make no noise as I fall
Leaving me to wonder
Is there anything there at all?
Maybe I'm just grasping
For something beautiful
In this void
They slip through my fingers
Not hindering my decent
Only marking it's progress
Through flashes of magenta and lime
I'm falling through space
Falling through time
It's okay
I'm coming home

My whole life is thunder
Anticipation before a storm
That may never come