My favorite moment without you
Is when I’m in the shower
And our hair tangles in the drain
Mine- so long and brown
Plain, I need to cut it soon
Yours- black and curly
Springs that seem to jump, not shed
Alone they would swirl away and cause
A blockage
But together, like us, they entwine
And stay above the water
And at the end of my shower
I pick up the wayward follicles of our scalps
From where they rest above the drain
I smile at our compatibility
And dump our hair in the trash
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