Today
As I was putting clothes brought back from hall into my wardrobe, I found a single strand of hair.
Innocuous.
On a piece of my garment.
In an all too familiar shade of golden brown. Black roots showing.
3 weeks ago, he had returned with another hair colour. And it was then I knew him no longer.
I picked up the hair, held it up against my white tee to ascertain the colour, the texture.
Then I throw it out the window.

I wonder at the significance. The last physical remnant of something once so dear.