more than I can handle

a single hair;
that’s what I found today.

a single hair,
and all conclusions shatter,
like a shot glass
on a tile floor.

a single hair;
that’s all it took
for the tears to begin;
for my carefully shaped
façade to crack.

a single hair,
and I’ve lost my direction.

a single hair;
who knows where it came from
but it’s here,
and I’m wishing
I wasn’t.

a single hair;
that’s all it was,
but it was yours
and that’s more
than I can handle.

(The stress of randomly finding something that reminds you of someone you're trying to forget. That was the inspiration behind this, though, thankfully, not something I've had to deal with recently.)