• nichole posted an update 6 years, 6 months ago

    My hair is longer now – much longer than you’d have liked,
    it curls around my rib cage like ivy,
    and I think of this now and again
    when it gets stuck in the door of the car
    or beneath his elbow while we’re sleeping,
    and I don’t mind it and neither does he.

    You would have,
    it might have gotten in the way at some
    critical juncture when our bodies were meeting,
    briefly, in a fervor of rushed expectations,
    behind doors that were forbidden to be closed.
    That’s all that ever really mattered to you.

    I’m sure you’ve indulged
    in all the things I hated about you –
    the way you laughed at the stupidest jokes
    and couldn’t keep to yourself when I was away;
    I realized too late I was only being toyed with,
    but I remember how hard you cried when I left.