the water in the sink gets cold.
i was doing the dishes
but came to look for pictures
and found none.
i know i have them,
i have them in my head,
your black hair, your granny glasses,
and sun-behind-the-cloud smile...
the way your english is always tinged
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.