I couldn't wash you out my hair
My hair I chopped it off my head
My head I shaved to a bald shine
They swept the hair across the floor
Across the floor into a pile
A pile they threw out with the trash
The trash: love's final resting place
And in the mirror I thought I saw
I saw you turn and walk away
Away from me and so I turned
I turned and walked the other way
sad and powerful, loved the way you related a relationship breakup with cutting your hair - like describing the intimacy of the past relationship, brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning. I love the idea of not being able to wash someone out of your hair.
ReplyDeleteA great piece. I love it
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