Yellow

I was afraid to listen to the song
you played me on that night

fingers shimmering over porcelain keys
in a way that I could never master

somehow you played perfectly even
though you didn't remember a thing

and maybe I don't remember a thing
and maybe I'm choosing not to

those were the times when things 
were still mysterious and the only

facts were intoxicating scavenger hunts
and distilled grains instilled in our brains

and the words were all there
until they went away

I saw them down the staircase
growing fainter until you blinked

but couldn't tell if they still rested there
I don't know where they went

but they were gone
and just away.

One Way Street

They will not see in color!
No, but what would you expect
eyes don't see in black and white
I meant in silhouettes.

Just in two floors and squished between
I cannot help but sort by type,
One a shining light veneer
the other, darkened stripe.

Either way, I'm sitting here
with not a lot to do,
one who'll have me any day
and one I never knew.