A light in the hallway flickering/ buzzing /but not going out./I think of you in the shadows of my room/there is no room
/to move and dance /clusters of books pile agenst the wall/over flowing the shelves
/we used to read together in the morning /poems from favorite poets /and lines would stick in our heads /untill we read more
/and sometimes i would look at you as you would look at me /and would dream of a better time /when every thing would be alright.