i lift
the long strand
of black hair
off the sink,
it's brittle
white shine
holding
no secrets
of your stay.
i leave it there,
turn off the light
and wait
for more.
the long strand
of black hair
off the sink,
it's brittle
white shine
holding
no secrets
of your stay.
i leave it there,
turn off the light
and wait
for more.
2 comments:
do you ever wonder which is better ...
the fleeting moment of reality or the picture perfect (perfect picture) fantasy ...
i think a healthy dose of both worlds is necessary for sanity.
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