4th floor stories

I'll write you down
until the letters fall
off their chairs,
staring off,
wishing you were a little less
like them and more
like me,
but in any case,
I'll buy the next round,
but I don't want you
to talk about it.
Just drink it straight
down, 130 miles south
till the flowers come
sprouting through
this window I've been
watching for hours,
counting all the silver seconds
we've shared.
Not nearly enough
as I presumed.