I recall now, years later and with shortness of breath
The way your hair gathered upon your head,
The pony-tails, the tangles and curls,
The dark, shining glory that filled my world.
You've always been a mystery, and now, even more,
Though I knew you better than anyone before.
Your eyes and your smile tease me from a photo frame
And I lose every inch of ground I've gained.
Like a flower pressed between my mind's pages,
You stay always the same, and the same storm rages
When I open the book and forget I left you there,
I try to close my heart, but I remember your hair.
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