Hairs
Your brilliant explosion
dissipated into the little things
that I loved so much.
I couldn't look past
The rocks that you threw in my path
they broke me into four neat parts.
Feeding from the depths of you, and
Tasting the shards you left behind.
They're fading away
with time.
I found another hair of your's on my pillow.
Do I have to give that back too?