Cut Off
I can no longer enjoy
looking down upon
those locks,
those once silky,
long, luscious locks
that sustained your stroking,
that absorbed your scent,
that grew
to the longevity
of our relationship,
carried like a banner
throughout each journey.
Now this nest is
gnarly, dry, and unkempt
from your lack of care,
and since then mine.
With scissor snips
as quick as
your departure,
this too
I leave behind.
11-4-19
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