I remember your hair.
Of all the things to stick in my mind -
I remember your hair,
that fall of dreadlocks
over buzzcut sides,
a growing-out mohawk.
I remember browns and blacks,
and Manic Panic midnight blue,
and glints of metal entwined -
washers and bits of electronics
scattered in, grown in.
I remember your hair
and how it made you look
like an elfin cyborg.
(I remember your hair falling over me.
I remember how you moved with me,
your arms beneath me,
hands cupping my shoulders from behind,
pulling you in, pulling me close.
We were so thin that sometimes
I saw you moving.)
I remember your hair falling over your glasses,
smoked glass hiding your eyes,
I remember how very blue your eyes were -
electric, pale, clear, pure.
I remember -
I remember how you always looked surprised
that I was still there,
still with you.
you will be half my lifetime ago.
You will be once upon a time.
One day, I will no longer be holding you,
carrying you with me,
packing the memory of you
in with all the mes I used to be.
One day I will not remember your hair.