How was your room?
A pillow thrown to the door
Whisps of Tea brushing my nose
A promise to someday visit the shore
Late nights watching the movies you chose
Ping-Pong matches, no one keeping score
Elevator gossip about men you found gross

How was your room?
Bone white walls and metal desks
Naked beds and missing pillows
Paper on the door, boxes and checks
flipped the switch to a jarring yellow
Eyes looked down, scratches to the neck
A wide drawn smile never felt so hollow