Her clothes were on my bedroom floor
My bedroom's never been so neat
Laid rebuttals out like roses
I removed them petal by petal
She removed chill covers heat
No time to simmer
We agree
We dislike sincerity
Call it love
Call it anything
She moved in close
To ears and neck
It was gentler than any song
She told me happiness is just
The period-dead line
Between melancholy and sadness
And I agreed
Neither of us word-strong
We struggled to get along in silence
Where it was better
Our thoughts moot could drift together
I whistled tuneless melody in her ear
It suited the moment perfectly
Yearning and wonder glowing
Alive in her seaweed eyes
They faded
Prettier than mockingbird's
Songs that fail
Not that mine failed
It had simply never been tested
Not that we failed
Then not that we succeeded
Simply that we continued