Tendrils and Tears

Delicate as petals, curling,

Up and around towards the sun,

Tendrils sweep through the air,

Carried by the gusty winds…

 

She closes her eyes slowly,

In the fading light of dusk;

Remembering the way he’d catch

Each piece of unruly hair

 

When her eyes open up again,

And her ears feel cold and numb,

Her hair is flat against her cheek-

Stuck down by her warm tears.

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