You're a ponytail, the way I imagine you in my hair. Tugging gently, reminding me of your eternal mark on my mind. Everlasting light, just out of sight.
The year-round tan line firmly wrapped around my wrist. Relentlessly burned into creation day after day. A clue that this body adventured, was adventured.
The indescribable relief of a cool breeze, hair sensuously sweeping across my neck. Goosebumps I wish to bottle, most noticeable in your absence.
The uncomfortable elastic band, that wears out over time. That digs into my skin.
Something I could never find when I needed it most, so I cut my hair short.