It is in the details, 

You know? 

Just about everything. 

The way she combs her hair, 

Smiling gently to nowhere. 

The dripping of sinks,

The mould creeping in. 

A spider hiding inside shoes

The wind blowing outside. 

Dancing with the curtains.

Right before the first 

Droplet falls. 

It is there, trust me. 

The last grasp

of a Summer day. 

She sleeps on her back, 

And if you try you can hear 

A peaceful breath 

In and out.

It is everywhere, they say. 

You can’t escape. 

On endless highways 

unfulfilled madness.

While making love 

Or clinching fists. 

Trying not to think about you.

And me.

And the rest.