A Longer Month

"I don't know what it is about you,
I just know it's not what it was.
I don't know why red fades before blue,
it just does." - Ani Difranco

Fluorescently-lit bathroom mirror
peeled away ambitious beauty,
scorched idealistic theories.
Beautiful and articulate fell prey to
ugly and desperate, familiar in an unaffable way.
The night that shrunk the bed,
so you don't fit in it anymore.
Lay splayed open and disgusting.
Turning away I realized that
showers are still enjoyable
and sleep comes easily.
A longer month is nothing
compared to a longer year
which is nothing compared to
a longer decade which is nothing
compared to a happier lifetime.
But the music is still playing
in the background.
Where the fuck is the plug?