“I’m prone to melancholy” you said
fingers through your hair
sigh bubblegum coloured lips
“depression, you know?”
and you looked at me
spirit eyes dancing
i know what that look means,
i thought
“I like my life, don’t get me wrong” you said
fingers stretch toward me on your lap
everything suddenly pink and red
husband bobblehead nodding by your side
“life is great” he said
eyes twinkling from too much booze
Sky in Your Eyes 