Your lovely hair

Your lovely hair
Curled around my fingers
Dark, wispy, wet
From my tears

It is all I recognize of you

Hair doesn’t grow on the dead
The skin retracts with time
As life subsides

Suddenly – yet not-

Death owns your body
Though not your soul
I carry that inside

As I release
Your lovely hair

Copyright 2009 A Different Light

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