Separation

Ode to Long Hair

by K.N.

Some days how I miss thee,

My long-flowing, golden locks.

Thou hast become a conundrum unto me.

Some days to the heavens-how I praised thee.

Smooth!

Soft!
Feminine!

But, more often, how thou wast cursed.

Limp!

Time Consuming!

 Boring!

But the truth is,

I miss you.

No matter how young thou madest me to look.

Alas,

I know I parted with thee for a good cause.

And in that,

I take comfort.

(Thanks be to Locks of Love!)

Someday, per'aps, shall we meet again.
What dost thou think of that?