Four years and I still remember

Four years and I still remember well the salt in your hair, the sticky sea smell like straw, all curls and scrunched. Long like Jolie and black it stuck to me while you slept. I’d twirl bunches of the stuff and stare long into our white winter ceiling. Heater on high I rolled over while you snored, I took breaths of your world I wanted nothing but your dark brown eyes sleepy staring into mine. I wanted nothing but your smell but I found myself, everytime you woke, with a big white ceiling, a dusty smell, and the same old living
hell.