The First Night II

The strange acquaintance

Between myself

And a ceiling I’ve never had the pleasure to stare up to

One day she’ll know me by name.

We painted the night with our anxieties of what could be

Of what will

An old friend dressed in new clothes

One day I’ll forgive her well.

Yet for now you are so clean.

Pearlescent and pristine

A model house tangled with the familiarity of a home.

Maybe, then,

Love isn’t my enemy

Instead a friend who tells me harsh truths

But when she’s kind to me,

Is she ever.