the sunlight sprays itself across the window
catching the water that's gathered itself over the cold night, froze
and the melted again
what happened last night?
I'm not sure
everything seemed like it happened in the dark
leaving me squinting to read the tiny letters,
thinking I need glasses
better than wincing at the bright light, but
it makes me wonder "was it all just a dream?"
you with your curious dialect
I don't know who we are
eyelashes splayed like little fingers or fans
i held you at an arms' length
but your heart was on your sleeve
so I held it painfully carefully
to not make it beat one rhythym or another