The Messy Man

Remember the messy man? his closet is even messier
its dark and cool and droopy like the ears of a hound
hanging somber on a rustic frame and yellow light
the place where he painted a ceiling of stars
and left you starry-eyed as he sang into the night
it's the place where his lips first met yours
and your arms found solace in the warmth of each other's
where your brains entangled and hearts meshed
surrounded by worn-out soles and mismatched socks
and soft leather jackets hanging solemn in the corners
where unfinished words and unfinished thoughts clung to scotch tape on the wall
and hands found their homes in the fingers of another
where your spine was left tingling, brain spinning
as you fell asleep under starry eyes and broken dreams
where your figure found an outline in the pencil of his fingertips
and you found yourself even when he wasn't with you
because the light and the darkness that intertwined there made you feel calm again
as blue and gold mingled in the glory of unexplored emotion
you fell in love with a mind
that you could never quite love enough to make stay