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+title: "Hair"
+created_at: 2022-10-08
+tags: ['song']
+---
+
+The last night we spent together<br /> 
+I saw a hair of yours on the floor<br />
+I could spell its color and knew who it belonged to<br />
+And that was presence and I was happy<br />
+In all the misery we shrouded ourselves into.
+
+When you were gone<br />
+From this latitude, from this life<br />
+I couldn't muster the courage to clean my home<br />
+I couldn't think of taking what was left of you<br />
+Away from what little was left of me.
+
+Days went by.<br />
+The hair was tangled with dust<br />
+And I noticed there were more<br />
+I picked one up, straightened it in my hands<br />
+Distrustful I put it under my nose in the pointless hope<br />
+Of catching a faint whiff of that scent that had anointed me but a few days before.<br />
+There was none. I couldn't believe it.
+
+One day I cleaned the floor. With a heavy heart<br />
+I let go of those last dead pieces of us.<br />
+I was mistaken.<br />
+There were more<br />
+Surviving the vacuum<br />
+Entangled in the textiles of the couch<br />
+Hidden in a crease on the side of the bed<br />
+Shorter, longer, all bearing the color of your mane<br />
+With variations<br />
+So different from mine. No one<br />
+Has entered this house ever since. The memory of you<br />
+Just doesn't want to go away<br />
+And I want it to stay. I want it to stay.