Our hair ends up everywhere,
and one of these days,
I’m sure I’ll find out why
(Aging, perhaps?).
It’s like a little reminder
of our time together.
You left your long
strands atop my pillow case
from the time we
lay entwined and listened intently
as Steely Dan put a spell
upon our weary souls.
Our eyes drooped but our hands
found one another in the midst of
sleepy confusion and
soft brass in the background.
You planted a single kiss
on my forehead,
and all that’s left to prove you
were ever
here
is our hair
left discarded on my (since undisturbed)
pillow.

And even now,
months after you’ve departed,
I still find remnants of you
everywhere.