Untitled Poem #2

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
is our hair
left discarded on my (since undisturbed)

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

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