Dorm Seven

There are moments
where I can hear the echo of your boot heels in strange(r)-passerby,
but I have learned better than to acknowledge such curious presences.
It's amusing to me that such jaded cynicism in ice-blue-moon-stony eyes
that reflected the stoicism of gargoyles has been replaced
by such eager inquisitiveness, but rest assured
that no doe-brown-fawn-eyed boy can convince me
to stray from bitterness. However, I find a sort of magic
in having come 'round full circle a year and a half later,
wandering into the paths of alleged hopeless romantics,
but I have learned that sometimes,
life is safer when dwelled as a homebody,
because the outdoors has left me lovesick
with desire for optimism just out of my reach.