Hairfall

Hima Abdulla

Every shower is a farewell, watching them leave.
Who stood beside me for long, who I thought would stay more.
They’re on the way to hole those leaves, lives away.
Tears get mixed with bath, and water cleans all saltiness.
They danced on the floor along with water splash.
They took all my dirt I remained, the purified.
Farewells are for welfare, if you’re well, that’s all fair.