Two Minutes Ago



Her hair falls, and she looks up.
The tiny hair found on her brush.
Back and forth she moves.
Her hand never getting tired.
She looks up again, seeing nothing
but the person she had looked at
two minutes ago.

The strands of her hair drop to her shoulders.
She moves her brush again.
The bundles of curls fall.
She looks up again, seeing nothing
but the person she had looked at two minutes ago.

She pulls the brush back.
Its done, you could see excitement
in her face.
Something was wrong.
Was it the color, or did she miss something?
She couldnt be upset, because she was
looking at the person she saw two minutes ago.



© Leah Brusio

Dedicated to: Anonymous



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