3 am
You were banging on my apartment door
I was tired
But I opened it
And you came stumbling in
with red eyes
A busted lip
and an unshaven face
I stared at you
I couldn't understand why you would
be at my apartment at 3 in the morning
you ran your slender fingers through you hair
and said sorry
I bit my lip in frustration
Why now?
I found myself in your arms
with my lips pressed against yours
I could taste the faint sweetness
of cherry jolly ranchers on your tongue
You pulled away and said
in the dim lighting of my apartment
" In that moment, I think we were gray"