There's soot on your nose from the times you said
Yes

There's hype in your house from the curls and the
Swagger

I heap the hurrays onto my own cup and 
Forget

To check.

"The song is over isn't it."  You say this and pull
a tissue from your
Pocket.

To nights of singing and refregerator
Jokes.  And Jigs.

I speak this don't I?  I think I speak this now.

"Love envies itself sometimes."
This I do say and drop the ring to the
Floor

Then close the door.