Monday





my pace slows down
and my eyes peek through
the glass door straight at you.
The ring of the bell
fills the hallway
and the image of your
fluorescent yellow shirt
contrasting with the
lime green walls
starts to fade away.

Tuesday
Everything is the same:
lime green walls,
squeaky clean windows,
abstract art covering the far end.
But then...
your lips tug into a smile
and everything changes
in one instant.

Wednesday
I find us together,
our laughs echoing across the room,
as eyes peer through the window
filled with curiosity,
the same way mine once did.
The walls are now
splashed with water
and the art is no
longer a foreigner.

Thursday
the queer looks
are replaced with smirks
and the calmness fades away
from the walls.
With each ‘tick’,
the piercing red walls
haunt your absence,
closing in by the second.

Friday
the windows disappear,
and the white washed walls
suffocate my lungs.
Each short breath
spells out your name,
writes down the unsaid
and illustrates the emotions
swarming through my head.