Our Room

• Pens and paintbrushes
• scattered on the bathroom floor.
• Half-finished poems
• and crooked photos
• line the chipping walls.
• In the dark corners our two desks rest.
• The candles are beyond extinguished,
• our eyesight isn’t the best.
• Loved ones tell us they’re concerned,
• they say we need something different,
• but we can still see
• that we already have
• All we can dream of
• and more.