Primmed and Twisted - April 3rd, 2004 - by MrM

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Here is this hair – 

one of yours.
It is months 

since you were here,
and yet here it is.
A long hair,
blonde and fine.
There is no other 

who could have left this 

behind.
A dead thing
  once considered a part 

of something 

living
through mere association.
You washed it when you bathed,
the water cascading over it,
as it clung to your body.
It was something 

that you primmed
and twisted
and tried to make 

beautiful 

every day.
At one time it felt
that it was a part of you,
as surely as your soul 

is a part of you.
It flowed out 

from your body
across the bed,
radiating the warmth 

and the light 

of the morning sun.
An extension of you, 

still attached to you,
lazing silently 

in your presence,
taking it for granted.
Little did it think
that someday 

it would find itself 

here,
with me, 

in this room, 

without you.

 

 

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