𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰

The room was stale, sterile white.
Faces of pill-numb ghosts
Played like people, whispering and staring at the walls

Among the shades
A burning darkness in the bright white of that room
with black hair like the ocean at midnight, which I’d recall
at sunrise on a stranger shore months later.

We waved at each other,
Shared secrets and fears with irreverent eyes
An infatuation in silence and distance
Every meal a desirous reach at the dream

That cafeteria was for forgetting or the forgotten
but for us it was a cherished memory
the memory which I place my joyful naivety
where I can never return to; a nameless, endless dream