A Part of Me
When the girl I like gets up to go to the bathroom, I see that one of her hairs is lying on the table. It had fallen out when she was fixing her style. It's thick, long, and black. I pick it up, roll it into a little ball, and put it in my mouth. I taste nothing. With a sip of water from the glass next to me, I swallow it down. Now the girl I like is forever a part of me.