you told me that if two hairs
from two different people
got tangled together in a comb
they would be destined to be together forever.
i remember saying that was cheesy.
but
when i think about hair,
i think about how you were the first person
to ever curl mine:
to give me that girlhood slumber party experience
that i never got to have
i think about the time when you used your fingers
to brush my hair
for twenty minutes straight:
as you caressed me, you called it asmr
and i think about the way you would part your curly hair
right down the middle every morning,
and how once or twice after we got out of bed
you let me do it for you.
i thought what you said about combs and tangled hair was cheesy,
but maybe you believed it,
be
cause
even after you told me you were in love with me,
you never used yours on mine.