and still..

the t.v is on,
barely audible
goddamn dirty Billy Mays bastard
the girl across the hall is coming home
i hear her and boyfriend wobbling up the stairs
*giggle*
then the coffee machine makes it's last spurts
.....and it's quiet
a balloon shaped like a dog is taped to my wall
and sometimes i pet him
he'll never reach that bone
bastard
also, a small christmas tree
complete with fedora and sunglasses
he doesn't make as good conversation as the bear
and after all that
..it's still quiet
the birds chirp outside and small drafts of cold air come in
carrying that morning wetness
i put my face against the screen and wait
wait for the next small bit of air
if you make it this far
you've really fallen in
haven't you now?