STAINS

I made her dye my hair.
Under the bathroom light’s glare
Her hands shook
“Oh my god I’m fucking this up.”
Warm palms wet against my skull.
“It’s ok it looks good.”
I watch her in the mirror.
Whole face collapsed in concentration
I wanted to paint every white wall
In that student flat with love.
Scrawl our names across the tiles,
Like people carve initials into bark
And beloved into gravestones
But my kisses never stuck,
The way the hairdye stained my cheeks and head and neck
For months after her death.

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