By d
Date: 28 February 1998

Triumph

You call.
Your quiet voice full of
triumph? 

Happiness.

You're sitting on our couch,
in our living room,
in our apartment.
Unpacking finally done,
you take a deep drag from 
your first cigarette of the day.

Triumph.

And my voice only falters a bit
as I congratulate you
on setting up your stereo 
in record time.

You don't notice 
the hollow sound behind my words.
The sound of missing something
you haven't seen yet
but will soon.

I don't even know the color
of our couch.