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1 min readMar 5, 2018
I’m getting into bed.
A strand of hair stares at me.
I’m reminded of your eyes, your smile
The shape of your nose.
I brush the strand to the carpeted floor.
It’s now gone but
You are not.
I’m getting into bed.
A strand of hair stares at me.
I’m reminded of your eyes, your smile
The shape of your nose.
I brush the strand to the carpeted floor.
It’s now gone but
You are not.
