NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty Three, Poem Twenty Two

Rollin' on...


Poem

One
grey hair
amidst a sideburn

long
enough to
belong in beards

lying
with the
so-far brown,

an
exiled roommate
in your bed

('the
fuck are
YOU doing here?)

will
return
as sure as

your
other memories
of past intrusion.