Heartbreak Hair Mess
An ode to the little things that suddenly mean a lot when grieving lost love
He took my hair tie.
A perfectly worn-in one that sat softly on my wrist when not twirled up in need.
I’d grab it right now If I could
to give my restless fingers ease.
It’d bare this aching soul of mine some simple sanity.
Such a familiar little object I kept unconsciously.
But, he took that hair tie.
Right after showing me
the greatest glimpse of what true love
can and ought to be.
His request for the small parcel was so silly at the time.
I passed it over with slight pause
and some snark about it being mine.
I want it back this instance!
The others aren’t the same.
The faded white elastic forever in my brain.
It’ll go on with him now through his travels round the world.
A bland, old beaten bracelet
no longer used, only observed.
It may fall into another’s hands,
but it’s no longer up to me.
Yes, he took my hair tie.
Yet, I set him free.
About the Creator
Kelsey Greene
An explorer, educator, poet, and designer dedicated to authentic expression, sincere connections, and conscious, compassionate living. Forever plagued by the limitations of succinct titles and bios!
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