Where Are You?

 

I found one of your hairs today.

Twisted it around my finger until there was a pulse.

It snapped so I set it free out the window.

Where are you my love?

Sometimes I think you can hear me.

Who knows.

An eyelash was stuck to a bathroom tile.

Straighter than mine, different.

I wondered if it was yours too.

I didn’t make a wish on it.

Wasn’t sure it works that way when it’s not your own

So I wiped it off.

Don’t know where it fell

And I feel bad about it now.

All these tiny things.

Pieces of you sprinkled around.

I can see them, hold them

But I cannot see you.