• sometimes I sit and wonder,
    a little cheeky tease,
    flirting with the idea,
    of collecting my leg hair,
    and making a sweater for you,
    with my collected leg hair,
    the hair, on my legs,
    my leg hair,
    is what I would say,
    if you didn't leave me,
    I think you also had an allergy to cat hair,
    and maybe the leg hair,
    as in the hair on my legs,
    would actually have not,
    Have made a good sweater for you,
    but,
    we will never know,
    Time moves on,
    leaves fall from nearby oak trees,
    their bare branches sway in the breeze,
    like the hair on my legs,
    when I am walking,
    with my legs,
    that have hair on them,

    will we meet again?
    I do not know,
    but I shall continue and grow,
    like the hair on my legs - to the hair on my toe.