…stroking my hair..
..your fingers buried in the locks
And thumb moving back and forth..
Warmed my heart..
I felt safe there..
.. resting my head on you..
Your hands haunt me
I cannot fall asleep
I close my eyes but I stay awake
So I cut my hair off
And I thought that I will shed..
..the ties that my hair have with your hands..
I didn’t flinch when the stylist gasped at what I wanted
I didn’t waiver when he asked me to reconsider
And I didn’t look back at the floor
Where I left what I cut..
..just a moment’s thought if a cancer patient could have them..
But why haunt anyone with my memories..
And I came back home
With a heavy heart and surprisingly heavy head
I closed my eyes, and I still feel your hands
I didn’t cry, but there is still no sleep
I don’t cry, coz that’s what you’d asked
I changed a lot but you still live in me