My room tells about
all the people that haven't been in it
no one has watched a movie
or laid on the carpet
too drunk to stand, but
**** it was a good party
no

The clothes on the floor
whisper loneliness
as if it's the only word they know
how could they have learned
more than that?
they've only seen one soul
just me
pulling at the sheets
afraid at night
dreading that the dark air
might get too

close