The Lonely Eyebrow

To endure this pandemic, This morning I looked myself in the mirror. I noticed something different in one of my eyebrows. They are not bristly; they are slender, well designed, With the natural curvature of sophistication. Neither are they bushy like pieces of a bristly scrubber; Nor fierce, like a savage flamethrower, much less prolonged Like a single assembly with a grumpy gesture. I realized they irradiate certain elegance; That is because when I lift an eyebrow, It draws a flirtatious movement, which makes women laugh. They cannot contain themselves; they want to imitate the same move. I have to accept that some of them have succeeded. At any rate, I observed that in the middle of my right eyebrow, A white hair had appeared. That fact didn’t bother me. However, it doesn’t match, it is foreign to the black hair, which distinguishes my eyebrows. It is lonely, depressed like all of us. It’s not fair, it does not deserve to be isolated and suffering the trauma of loneliness. I told him to leave, but it is so cruel it won’t listen to me.