How could I write about you

Some days when you look in the mirror,

And brush your hair, I can see you smile 

I don’t know what you sound like though

I have always found comfort in your thoughts

When you let your hair down 

and look at the few that seem to have broken off

I would want to yank the strands away

And pocket them and tell you they are mine

But then, I haven’t seen your hair waving

Nor have I seen you unravel your ponytail

I would fathom the moment astonishes

Any who your presence would grace

But then again sweets, how could I know

Other than to write of what my mind spins 

For the words seem pale to compare

When I see your pictures with your auburn hair