april post-a-poem {5}

the water in the sink gets cold.

i was doing the dishes
but came to look for pictures
of you
and found none.

i know i have them,
i have them in my head,
your black hair, your granny glasses,
bright eyes
and sun-behind-the-cloud smile...
the way your english is always tinged
with french,
syllables accenting in opposite places....

the purple shirt
silky smooth with tiny flowers,
knitting needles clacking in your hands...

and the water in the sink gets cold.