There is unfolded clean garments strewn across your floor. The pants that i bought you hanging on the door. We re out of cigarettes so you sent me to the store. I'm Walking back alone in the rain whispering your name to the second story window (pane). Now I'm waiting to be let back into your wing. The anticipation of seeing you inspires me to sing. First nobody not even the rain then the promise ring. You let me into the hallway then stop me in the doorway to say. The floor of my room is lava.