Sometimes you don’t
Notice a stray hair
On your clothes
Until the light hits it
Stray thoughts
A lost memory
Forgotten friend
Your car keys
Things we loose
Blown off us
Fingers rustle through
Our hair, looking
How can you put
Back into the follicle
Stray hair that
Left the scalp
It must instead be mourned
If it was even missed or
Greeted graciously
Like a fresh beginning
shannon p. laws 