My Gray Hair Belongs To Me

My hair is grayer now Just these few months on. I noticed it today In a mirror As I was fighting back tears In the salon chair. They came as the lyrics, “I belong to you” Flowed through the sound system. The stylist noticed me wrestling but made the choice not to ask As she cropped the graying hairs close And the moment passed. Though for me The bigger moment has not. Even though the phone hasn’t rung Nor has a message appeared Nor a letter. Each moment of silence You hear Each second of peace You have Is filled elsewhere with Calling and writing and wanting And graying Because I do still Belong to you, That is. No matter how foolish Fully aware You don’t seek that today And won't belong to me that way So conform to the change Remains the only option Each gray hair Carries a message Not sent And music mostly silenced