it’s been two years and still the occasional long hair peeks it’s way off the collar of a shirt trapped in the depths of the closet
the same hair that tickled my nose when she leaned in for a kiss
the same hair in a ponytail she would ask to be pulled
it’s odd how she doesn’t figure into the day to day
but she leaves trails like a spirit of days gone sour still, tickling the back of my neck as i dress for the day
taunting reminiscence of an age long gone, sepia toned photos of smiles turned to tears
i pluck it from the fibers where it has woven itself and watch as it floats with the rest of the lost items down the road
yesterday’s remains clouding the blue skies of today
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I love it, the entire concept and it’s truth.
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It’s strange. Buts it’s okay too.
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I’m not sure I think it’s strange, people leave remnants and reminders of themselves throughout our existence
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it is the letting go that is strange. How much it would have met to how it means nothing.
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Well we focused on an entirely offered concept. Lol. As usual
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And a different one too! 🤪
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I translated without thought. Lol
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