Ribbons

Our lives wind together like a ribbon through hair. Once removed, what remains? At first, ponytails fall out, hair parts. Tangles turn to braids. Waves and curls sometimes temporary, sometimes remain. Our scalps, like our souls bear the tugging, our roots find a home. Dyes change the color. Moments change each other. For better or worse, our lives tangle as ribbons tie knots in our hair.