Lost

The thing I remember most is your hair: It was long, black and lustrous; it caught the night and kept it prisoner. I would stare at it for hours trying to learn it's secrets, marveling at it's depth and getting lost in the ebon waves flowing past your shoulders.

But as Chad & Jeremy sang "That was yesterday...and yesterday's gone."

And so are you. It didn't have to be this way.


M. PotPie