Nothing Really Matters Here Poem by Maya Hanson

You don't give me a word and now
you give me every word but
I'm kidding us, nothing really matters here

It's just a day or two, it's
another dimension, a cross between
dreams and drinks and high stakes and reality

You give me so many signs, you give me
banter and little half grins but I'm different
and you're the one who matters here

The gift of a second, a handshake, quick retort
We're not the faint hearted but our last sentence is
my fatal flaw, I've always clung too hard to humans

Lying and leaving, swallow my broken speech
as I stand at the bottom of your steps
too scared to climb but chained to stay

Keep me together, you broke my wall
now take turns, our eyes pulling each other apart
across the room, none of it really matters here

Living, loving, as we fall from a sky
that was never painted blue (or red or green or gray)
or any color other than the one I see in you

But how can I give you colors in a day
I don't know if you're pastel or power
and as the two a.m. world cracks we're strangers again

You give me almost every word
you don't give me the words I want but
none of it really matters here