His Still Head
I woke up again
Today I took it
For granted
I looked
At him
His head
His grey hairs
I always did
Not the grey ones
I looked at
The grey ones
But not always
Every morning
I woke up first
To see his beautiful
Red
Grey
Hair
And the alarm clock
That said something
Fifty-nine
I would
Watch his
Head slowly turn
Upwards at the buzzing
One minute after
I woke up
Today I remembered
The first time
Those red hairs came about
I felt guilty I wasn’t
Supposed to be there
Our parents didn’t know
The feeling
Diminished
Over time
The feeling is gone
Was gone
On our honeymoon
But so was the novelty
His static love
And mine
Never left though
But now his…
Today when
I woke up
I remembered red
And grey
And long
And short
And old pillows
I replayed
The scene over and over
Because I wanted to
Know what was
Different
No imaginary breeze
Made the grey a prairie
His head
Did
Not
When the alarm clock rang
Turn.