strangers

she is sleepless, he snores lightly, confidently
knowing he will wake to the aroma of espresso.
he curses the fellow student who trashed the micro-pipette;
she massages infinite series into convergence.
they go home to a messy house and a tidy apartment on a busy street.
their lips only touch homemade bread.
his brown eyes do not meet her blues; her greys
on any other day match the sky there.
his reflect off rocks.