blonde strands leave a brunette's head
somber like voices diffusing in air.
(we would spin around in circles a couple of times
before the vertigo would throw us to the ground)
you're still smiling
that grim, eerie smile
and i still sigh with the same thickness and weight.
time deepens the evening
and the couch is lonely with my presence.
the walls are filled to spilling with silence
and i don't know where to find myself
(to speak of contentment is wordy)
retrospect has stretched, lengthening a sleepy conversation
drunk and in the doorway of my bedroom
before exhaustion pulls the sheets up over my head.