long black hair

there was a woman
at the cafΓ©
who kept brushing
her long black hair
tossing it back
over her shoulder
the way I’ve see
you do
sitting in your house shirt
in our bedroom
the same motion
before you would blow
a kiss
my way
suddenly
I am lost
in memories
of you
a slight reworking under different circumstances but the motion, the memory the same