The Outside

I stared at the ceiling tiles with a racing heart,

In the spaced out, white squares, I could make out his eyes.

They were sharp and over-shadowed by a prominent ridge,

They pierced through the room I had been stuck inside,

It’s been many years since I've lived above ground,

In darkness, you forget how the sun feels on your skin,

But when he told me my smile went just to one side,

And he liked it that way, I felt warm again.