As I twisted about,

Twisted around,

I came up in the morning

Woken to Charlie yelling at me

No sunlight hit my face.

I awoke

Slowly rolled and climbed

Lowered myself to the ground

And as i did

What did I see

But a single hair

Falling from my bed

A hair from you.

© David Greg Harth 2006

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