For Soyoung
The sun carried you with her
on a hoary winter morning
Your smile was bright but
your hair was most salient
Sitting idle as three days passed,
the abundant threads grew tangled
The first thing I noticed
was how you brushed them through,
braided them with care
away from your face
You spoke of struggles
Interwoven with love
That became struggles anew
Your face was falling
when you told me what they told you
They claim your past is weighing
you down
You, again, brushed that hair
Dark as your sleep
It swelled in volume once more
And it may be true
heartache hides within
the inky shadows between your strands,
I’m not worried;
neither are you
For day in and
day out,
you comb that stormy hair
until it again
becomes a pure and cloudless night
