"Wht r u doin’?"

Thinking of ways

to connect her freckles

to his.

Letting his emotions

slip on the clothes of

grown-up ideas, loose-fitting

and tripping him stumbling.

Comparing her eyes

to frozen blue sky.

Feeling sleepily

sundered in two.

Wanting her to wear his eyes

for once.

Wishing he could tell her

the truth.

The usual.

"Procrastinatin’, u?"