There’s something goin’ on
and on, and on like a bouncing
ball from the ping-pong table.
I’ve tried to be a better version
and truth is, all matters can’t turn
grey with you.
The color on my cheek pops
on a shade of pretty pink, sinking
you deeper on my knees.
Our heartbeats on red, remembering
the first time we’ve met. Oh, my eyes
like a shotgun aimed at you.
Bang! Bull’s eye and us.
An empty bench can never be