He missed her.
He missed her off-key singing,
He missed the hymns of her wind-chimes
Dancing at the open windows.
He missed listening to her dreams of Georgetown.
He missed the peals of laughter and
The mischief glinting in her eyes.
He missed the thick amber rush of her hair,
Cascading into the fresh winds.
Curling and framing her impish grins,
Magically reflecting her moods in the softening moonlight.
Just as he had finally mustered the courage
To ask her out on a date,
The windows locked shut and
The lights turned off for weeks.
A Monday morning came with groans and
… Distant off-key singing.
He ran to the balcony in ecstasy to be greeted
By a rainbow of cavorting bandanas at her window.
He saw her face marred with the burns of
Chemo and radiation – spelling one dreaded word.
Yet her eyes glimmered with smug satisfaction,
As she showed off her henna crown.
She looked like hope and optimism,
Her glory of the amber hair replaced by the
Strength flowing from the curl of her smiles
And the shine of her eyes.
More confident than he had ever been,
He managed to ask, dinner and movie tonight?
We are splitting hairs at dVerse tonight, with Anthony setting us to write about hair – literally or metaphorically. Hop in!
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