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
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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