This lock of hair
YOU-
this page where it lay buried
this page where a drop of tear rested
where a patch of emotions
had dried up-
where a rose
once young and lovely that was
stares me now
and all those hairs
once that had scent and sense-
YOU
the days vain
I have tried to forget
the nights I had not slept
and could not figure out why?
How?
I still can breath-
YOU!