Hair

I detangle the strands of memories

Brushing my hips as I turn sixteen, grasping the tender weight of first loves, 

Grazing the hollow of my ear as I part with the desert’s familiar embrace,

Curling from the salty kiss of July,

Dripping as I surface from a dive between the waves,

Twirling between my fingers as I wonder if the hurt will always feel so poignant,

Tucked behind my ear by the calloused hands of someone I love,

Fanning out as I spin, my feet dancing atop the grassy earth,

Slipping between raked fingers on the dancefloor,

Splayed out on my pillow as I rest,

Ruffling on the wind of my breath,

Cascading to the floor as I covet a desperate change in length.

A lone lock caresses my collarbone, 

adorning me with a soft glow.

From a crown of midnight, untamed 

I shed the effervescence of my youth.

With each passing day, 

I transcend, 

I change.  

silvering with wisdom.

Loose strands fall, with a sigh of release. 

Whispering as they trickle down my spine, 

letting go.