Hairbrush

The hairbrush you held With your delicate hand Still holds your hair As if you were still here Your scent lingers on Long after the love is gone If this hair is dead You’re alive in my head My hair is unkempt My beard is uncut The lights have not been lit since In darkness, atoning for my sins The leaves remind of you in the pool The waves remind me of your curls Of your wet hair that so perfectly fell In the heat of passion I loved to pull