They say Hair Holds Memories

And if that’s true I’m calling my barber.

They say hair holds memories 

And if that’s true I’m calling my barber. 

I want to erase the feeling of your fingers on my scalp when you whisper my name. 

I want to forget the sound of your laugh at crossword teasers,

I want to forget the quiet mornings when our bodies danced in sync while making breakfast, when evening walks required extra gloves in my coat, and silly gossip about our office colleagues. 

I want my curls to forget the feel of your weight on my skin, and the ache of waking up to an empty bed.

I want each loc to forget the calls that were a bit too long, the text messages you tried so hard to hide, how she made you laugh, and the rise of our bickering. 

I’d like to forget the afternoon I came home early and found you lost between her thighs. Forget the shrug you gave me like you couldn’t be bothered to apologise for hurting me, the fat sobs I found myself having for us and the sharp ache in my chest that moves like a dull throb three months after.

They say hair holds memories, I cut mine but still think of you. 

Janoma 

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Authors Note:

You Guys! I wrote a Poem-y piece last night! My draft is filled with a bunch of incomplete pieces that I should go back to later, for now enjoy!

Month of love is just around the corner and I have a guest post ready and waiting!

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Song of the Week:

I stumbled on Tega Ethan, his music is like balm to my soul and Love is Like Lagos Traffic vibes with today’s post.

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