I close my eyes
My senses become noticed
More aware
A comfort
I sit still
Not wanting it to end.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Every now and then, it has happend throughout the years, it feels as though someone is stroking my hair, caressing it...it is the best feeling in the world, though i don't know who it is, because it happens sometimes when i am alone.(p.s. i KNOW it isn't me)
I always loved your hair.