Every morning, 7:15
I trundle to room 14
knock knock knock
I meet them
head to breakfast
smells of love and old sneakers
eggs and donuts
It's like they shake happiness
from every tree they pass
like leaves falling
collected, saved
no matter what color
red blue green
It's obvious he would
give up his eyes, his heart
for her,
and it's obvious
she has a Russ shaped hole
in her heart
that only he can fill.