Somewhat intentionally,
stumbling across
that photo of us.
I wonder what I was laughing about,
I look so happy
half-hidden behind my hand.
I can see a hint of the dark lipstick
that I had insisted on applying
at some point
along the walk up the hill.
For a moment I want my hair to grow long again.
We looked good together.
I think
I started drinking any beer I could find
not long after that photo was taken.