The Cedarville Review 2018

POETRY AND VISUAL ART 31 He traveled with me to college When I stared at white Tetris walls, hugged a pillow, My feet kicked up towards the ceiling. He lay beside me. “Your parents would be home by now.” “I know,” I said. And he was silent. And so was I. I think he wants me as a friend, because No matter what colors prism in my eyes Or where my feet choose to stay, He’s still beside me. “At least you’re not alone.” “No,” I say. But he is silent. And so am I.