Pushing The Reset Button

The ache of our hearts lingered within

    the locks of my hair.

Resting heavy on my shoulders: 

draped down my back. 

Reminding me of the sleepless nights 

where we poured our hearts out 

only

    half arsed listening

to each other

Because by then it was over. 

The smell of our apartment fused in my roots; 

making me itch.

photographs.

memories. 

All tangled up in stubborn knots

How it burned to brush them out. 

So,

I cut it off.

It had to go,

just like you. 

Reviews

[Ruth]

Affirmation in such a bitter sweet manner...hit the heart deeply...symbolic and deeply emotive :)

[Kirsty Woodward]

Glad you liked this one, Poppy.

[The Twin Arenas]

It's great. You use metaphor well. Coulda' lost those last two lines, though.

Hair and love are funny things, as a duo. I've dated girls who've cut my hair, and then lost them, and not wanted to cut my hair for awhile. Then, of course, eventually, I do.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Your hair goes through so much with you and can tell so many different stories.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

That is a beautiful piece of writing. Those who separate always leave us pleasant memories- in which we plunge into; usually when we are alone, and smile a bit and then sigh for our separation. Quite a nice piece of writing there. Keep writing.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Thank you, Vatsal.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this scenario is so familiar...with my first Ex....yes, the aches...the talking...maybe we were half-listening also...listening to sad John Denver songs like "Goodbye Again" and "Follow me" and shedding tears...as the best friends needed to part, because the lovers had lost their luster.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Lovely words. Thank you Jacob.