Just a couple strands of hair

It’s like a couple strands of hair are plucked from your head. The anticipation of an unpleasant event is nerve wracking. At the actual moment of detachment, it is the most tender, and for a while you are left with a throbbing feeling of loss and pain. But then inevitably you will forget about it--perhaps unless you feel the urge to twirl that one piece in your fingers, but it’s no longer there. Or if the breeze blows a certain way and they don’t whisp past your face as they once did. But for the most part it’s unnoticeable.