Baby, your hair grew out much longer than expected, and your eyes twinkle even more cheekily so. The nights have been windier than usual and you… You made the mistake of turning back to scream and laugh a hurried goodbye to me as you ran for the bus; because your long hair carelessly wrapped around your face and then moved back to whipping in the wind. Did you mean what you were doing, or did you not realise? Could you even see an end through that mess of hair? Or was it a faint beginning that you reluctantly try to trace out?

The hair grew out because I was waiting for him to come back to tug it. And then for it to whip around while I rode with the wind. For a while when I turned back to scream goodnight, I saw you between the strands of my hair that stuck to my face. And then I ran harder.