Haircut

    Haircut

  She couldn't bare it.

He was gone;

She was never getting him and back and yet

Every time she looked in the mirror

All she could hear was him whispering in her ear -

The distant echos of a voice imprinted upon her very soul -

As he confessed quite how much he loved her hair.

  All she could feel were his strong hands

Tangled in the long tresses as he kissed her,

Or made love to her.

And quite irrationally

Her hair proved on of the biggest reminders

Of all that she had lost

And she couldn't bare it.

  The girl with the long, fair hair was his

Utterly and completely

Something that was branded all over her body, heart and soul.

But that girl was lost along with him

To another world -

That girl now lived in her memories, in her heart

Just as he did.

  The only thing she had to comfort herself with

Being the concept that somewhere out there

In some other world

There was a version of the them that got to be happy.

That somewhere out there he was every bit alive.

That was the word that her heart belonged in

Wherever it was

  It was with these thoughts bounding around her mind

That she took up the scissors

And cut the golden locks in careful, measured snaps

And when she looked at her reflection again

She no longer heard his whispered words

Or felt the desperate tug of his strong hands

And she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

  Because now it was a different pain she felt

No longer a sharp stab

Or persistent ache

As it had been before.

Now she just felt empty.

He was gone.

And now so was any resemblance of the girl he had loved.

Author's Note

For the boy whose ghost still haunts me

Reviews

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Gosh, love can do this too so many...I loved the emotions and sentiments in this write...even though, you want to let go, it hauntingly comes back to you, one or another. Nicely done.

[Farhan Shaikh]

That's really amazing to read,
I'm surprised that there's no review on it, looking forward to read more of yours.