Flourescents

A Poem by thenakedverse

We met under flourescent light,
The hallway white.
Couches torn and frigid floors -
Tears fell loud on uninviting walls.
We slept in stiffened sheets,
All color lost by wash.
We sat in broken circle, passing grief.
There to be corrected,
Made to stand.
It was a setting poor for what we found,
But I suppose we drew toward what was good.
The day I left I swore not to return,
But I'd go back for her.
And I'd never curse those old flourescent lights -
Beneath them, though I did not know it then,
She came to teach my soul
The way to love.