lovers are spiteful

i clean my desk in hopes of it inspiring my mind i hope for it to be as transparent as my mind there lay a few pencils astray and these lingering thoughts

thoughts that don’t quite fit

grand lovers gestures the best four clover leaf and yet i only find you on my desk when im pouring a cup of tea or taking out the trash i only find you in dirty laundry and cigarette ash

i find you in life’s filler episodes i find you in pilot and the authors notes and never the ending i find you when im engaged in the most mundane of work but maybe its because i imagined a home with you

my desk is a bit dirty and i never threw away the flowers you gave me