I.
Hair strands on pillows,
Traces, thoughts falling away
To count and pick up.
II.
Hair strands on pillows,
Traces of thoughts fallen out.
Don’t count, don’t pick up.
III.
Hair strands and pillows.
Traces of us. We’ve fallen.
Count on being caught
**This is the product of the magic of repositioning words to find the most apt manifestation of the image in the head. Thank god for details that strike you upon waking up. Although I am still quite uncertain about the order of the three, I’ll leave it be for now and go for the gut feel. The time will come to edit it accordingly.
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