To a girl I know.

Domino
Oh don't you know?
How one word can lead
to a languages throne.
Spilling over and rolling
like the designs in your book.
Where leaves and flowers
cascade and bleed
from pages and photographs.
Sentiment is abundant,
but meaning nothing, I intend.
University life is alive with
the winter.
Future world leaders drinking
themselves into memory loss.
The cold of this season,
it's enough to make warm hearts
as foreign as the sun
or the color green.
You make yourself busy
by staying safe.
Sunlight flashes a vague recollection.
Where it sets, you can hardly remember.
It must be easy.
It must be fucking easy,
to forget about your friends.