What I miss the most
is the way you always had your hair done
even in times of hardness and bareness
there was always the trip to the hairdresser
expensive
passive
colour
perm
you were always the modern
the one that wore purple velvet and stripes with patterns
you seemed so free in your choices
so much yorself
that I wondered if there was more
hoped there was more
a glimpse of what you might see if I looked through your eyes
but you remain mysterious and so tall
and this is how it just has to be
but now I am here no longer waiting for you
and I am free to just be with you
and you love me I know this now
not too late
just a fact and one that sets me free
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