a can of coke sits silently on my floor,
you stand there,
slightly disturbed,

you don't know that,
but it's presence created a fault line in the room,
your feelings towards the dizziness of our minds are quiet and content,
but they show,

they show like the metronome over a song,

the room is a dull purple,
but I think it changes grey when you come over,

I like you too much, and it shows.