The world owes you an apology
for the single thread of silver that began at the crown
worked its way down
told you it was sorry
But the strand wasn’t the nightmare
or the color of wine-soaked teeth baring against a pillow
or the row of lines notched into your brow
like tally marks, scoring the days that struck you
and the days that you struck
The anguished dream wasn’t the locks
that were wrestled from you
or the bicycle that was stolen
or the lyrics to the songs your mother used to sing
No
An unsubtle culprit took your brown hues
your very energy
laughing all the while
and left behind that thinning strand
But, it cannot ever repay
The villain doesn’t borrow
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