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I have no idea how we ended up here

none at all

did we even exist before this?

does the mystery bear examination?

this room has no answers

I look in your eyes,

see nothing there

you affect boredom

your irritation seems real

I feel so cold

the room is dark

I wish I could reach out

and touch

but you wouldn’t like that

I tap my foot nervously

we can’t help but

look at each other

there’s no one else in the room

what is there to say?

I know, for my part,

I say too much

– and all the wrong things –

better to sit tight, I guess

both of us could leave

but there’s nowhere to go

I’m cold

I don’t know

I’m just going to sit here,

try not to look into the darkness,

and hope maybe something better

might come of this


– you think?

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