severance

today, i cut

your hair again,

i grazed my hands through

your mop enveloped

my finger tips

lingered on

the familiar

tender touch

of your soft locks,

folded over your ear,

holding your beauty,

our wholeness,

i held a piece gingerly

and felt its weight,

yearning for the luscious

strands

i traced the locks

one last time,

as they fell to

the nape of your neck,

i couldn’t stop

my lust,

engrossed by my desire to swallow

you whole

i clenched your tufts tightly,

how could i let go?

one final grasp,

before they’d fall to

the tattered tile floor,

the crisp blade teasing me,

finally I

clutched my scissors,

sharp enough to score your skin,

gripping your scalp

I sheared,

and clipped through

every last scrap and chunk

bitterly snipping

seeking comfort in fragments,

until it was done

and I was done

and your hair was gone

and all that remained was you

and the dead clumps

scattered along the floor

like a crime scene

of the murder I just committed,

it killed

a part of me too

to let go of you.