finding her curls

a dream my head rested
somewhere near hers
so full of fascination, satiation

lying on my back
staring at the ceiling
rolling over on the ground

I found strands of her hair
in the carpet, against the wall

briefly launched into a manic crisis
watched reality fade, subsumed in a blur
left with the memory as present
furiously trying to solve

[it still consumes me]
but I know I was right
to sever our connection
before the glue hardened