I Love to Find Her Hair in My Car

Arshan Shirani
by Arshan Shirani
30-Oct-2008
 

I love to find her hair in my car

I love to find her hair in my car
while driving down a courty road
a gust of cool wind blows hard
a hair, her hair blows into my face,
stuck in my eyelash, entagled in her memory
i pull it out,
it glimmers in the fading sunlight
it is to small to retain a smell,
but i remember

i love to find her hair in my car
her smile, her face
the echoing of her laughter in my ears
i feel her lips on my neck
blowing, caressing
the daze in her eyes
sparkle like a dancing star
so distance, yet beautiful

I love to find her hair in my car
when the light s are low
alas the sun has set
but evidence remains of her presence
i was not here alone
where am I?
it was surly not of this world
so were is she?
as i let go, the wind takes her hair
and with it her memory

i love to find her hair in my car

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Keep it up..!

 


Princess

Beautiful...

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I enjoyed reading your poem, thanks.