Four Days

It's subtle.

Four Days

A boy sat in the corner, silent, and green-eyed

His mother, who knew me by a pseudonym

 Ordered me a sprite And I stared at my pizza which I disliked

That first evening his face failed to blend among the others 

As our stares clashed and flashed

As he yelled asking me if I hated it

When Theo in the Jurassic Park shirt tried

To tell him that I was actually nice

 

In the evasion of eyes the second day went by

The third morning I heard a peculiar melody

After he put his headphones on me

And that afternoon he sat down

Next to me and waved paper at my face

And we became friends for one hour or two

Spreading a trio of a trio on the floor

A tango and two, untitled

 

The third night the party goers arrived

He stood at the door in pajamas

While I lied on the empty bed on my side

Goldfish and diet Coke

Human couch and country songs

He turned his head to meet my eyes when others

Made positive comments on his look

And secret games were played

Heat-driven decisions were made

Others turned when I held my breath and he closed his eyes

 

By Independence Day we grew dependent

As the lounge dark

Weaved scars and marks and fingers  

As fireworks echoed countable and uncountable

An hour, four days,  

and eternity.