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A Hair Upon His Pillow



A Hair Upon His Pillow
by Nabih Saliba

A hair upon his pillow
The scent of old perfume
Both obvious reminders
Someone else had shared his room

There's laughter in the shower
And a shirt still on the floor
Just another indicator
Of a night that is no more

The lipstick on his collar
Has been washed but still exists
Like many other memories
It's faded but persists

The picture in his wallet
Holds a copy of her smile
He'd look at it quite often
Though he hasn't in a while

Her clothes hang in the closet
Her toothbrush by the sink
Now every time he sees them
It makes him stop and think

The bottles on the counter
The wheelchair by the bed
Not the promise of tomorrow
But what happened here instead

There's a hair upon his pillow
Not a taunt to bring him strife
But a blessed testimony

Someone else had shared his life

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