Hair

I cant wash him out of my hair

even though it has completely

grown new since the last time

his fingers stroked its 

softness from my scalp to my hips-

I cut it all off and felt 

naked and unprotected without its

fullness to hide behind-

but somehow he is there

deep in the root, forever-

and I cant unfeel his hands

no matter how many others have

stroked me cheek to toes

and everywhere inbetween

I can feel his fingers bringing

chills and goosebumps and wonder.

and I cant erase these scars

on my heart

my thighs

and wrists

every inch of me screams 

with his memory.

"Hair"-11-27-13- jessicagadziala

Reviews

[Laura Harrison]

It's funny how we can feel the presence of a loved one even after they are long gone. I love this poem, you are an amazing writer :)