I found a single strand of hair today,
while dusting the shelf above.
Not a usual thing to halt the day,
but it was from my departed love.
I was surprised I gave it such notice,
that single strand of hair,
but it reminded me of her sweet kiss,
which one, I did not care.
It had a unique twist and curl,
as it laid there in my hand,
that told me it was from that girl,
whose departure I had not planned.
I knew it had to be cherished,
just like the girl who once owned it.
Her leaving I had not wished,
I would have stopped her, had I known it.
This hair it has much weight,
now resting on my heart.
I find it hard to translate,
since our destinies do now part.
