Socks were strewn about in mismatched pairs
and I wondered why you’d needed so many--
we’d only been here a week.
I thought, a twin bed is far from romantic
but I took the leap anyway,
your bed was lofted so high
that coming up from the ground was
And so I perched on your comforter with your pillows
between me and that hard plaster wall.
Here we were, surrounded by socks and
books and fluorescent lights and friends,
falling in and out love,
becoming new people,
I came to your room to
sit with you on your high twin bed
and laugh at the too bright-lights
and your smelly Chinese food,
I came here to your room to become
and here I have become so much
more than that.