another night spent in the dark
letting the emotions wash over me
never quite settling as the alcohol
warms my body
but not enough.

i think about your deep hazel eyes and how they change
but no matter how much i pay attention i can't find the pattern
green is for ?
brown is for ?
does somewhere in between mean you're fond of me again?

i try to find meaning in meaningless things
chance encounters become constellations
and numbers of flowers become purposeful