solitude in red

it's just that i remembered your jeans again

yes. mcdonald's. it was the first

my eyes rummaged through your profile

artificial glimpses to them

perpetual to mine

hair still damp

from gel or what-- did i care?

faded red shirt. so yours

i've the numbers imprinted on my mind

in the not so oblivion part of it

that and your blue shirt

yes, with collar

of yesterdays.

now,

in jet lags and beyond

in slacks and long sleeves

you owe me

some words

for the crumpled

faded

look

be dissolved.

dis-solved.

solved.