Wet Hair
She went to bed with her hair wet.
As she lay there, she felt her pillow become damp.
She stared at the blackness and the tears streamed down her face.
It was mourning time.
She thought of broken promises, losing loved ones, dreams unrealized..
She thought of people she missed who didn't miss her.
She thought of decisions she made that left her undecided.
She thought of anything and everything to keep the tears flowing--
Her pillow the receptacle for both teardrops and moist fibers.
In the morning, her lover rolled over to hold her
But touched instead her bathetic pillow and thought,
"She went to bed with her hair wet"
Author: Bridget
