ONE LAST HAIR
And
there it was,
A single strand of thick, chemically treated, colorized hair,
Fading from dark to light to dark to light
Resting on the inside of my leather jacket.
Like the Bailey’s first night in an abandoned house,
We loved in a gutted home between owners.
For that two-hour time it was ours.
My jacket was our bed,
And your hair went to sleep for a year.
---Jason Daniel