Details Of A Sunset

a strand
of
dark
messy
hair
stuck
to
your
lip gloss

(tastes like apple, am i
right?)

a clump
of mascara
gathered
on that
lash
that distracts
from
the
color
of
your
eyes

(people say
it's hazel,
can i say gold?)

a
missing
button
from
the
front
of your
knit
woolen
sweater

(you insisted
the color was
burnt mahogany,
I just call it
red)

a band aid
from 11 hours
ago
wrapped
'round
a cut
less than
an inch long
on
your
ring
finger

(who's your
fiance? he’s pretty cheap.

just kidding)

and then
the
smile
that sums
all the
imperfections
together

just
a little broken
a little sad
a little twisted

but somehow
still
sweet

(do i really have to describe it?
'cause i can't)

these
are
the details

of the
sunset
i should
have
been
watching

instead
of
you.