mix tape

in this room there is
space for you yet,
beyond the silver foil
on the walls, between the
cracks of stained Victorian floorboards
(after the flood the roof caved in).

Your feelings too retracted, once
I reached the same page you
were at.
Melodies fill my head, but I won’t
allow myself to give them to you
just
waiting
for some semblance of
reciprocation.