I have been falling in love
With finding distraction
In every person I meet
Wasting time is all I seem to do well

I am running out
Of time to waste
And I’m not sure
I can distract myself
Any longer

Will you say to them
when I'm gone
I loved your daughter
For the fire on her tongue
arms flung open
the devotion in her bones, still.

i tell you "i really like your hair-
it's so blonde-
it was black the last time i saw you"

"and just plain brown when we
were halfway in love"
i say to myself.

i don't really miss you in that way anymore
but it's nice to think back on-

"all of your new tattoos
and your new hair-
it's so blonde-
you look like a new person"
i tell you.

"so do you" you reply.

we both smile.