i cut my hairMature

I cut my hair
and you with it.
All that’s left
are clippings
in the trash and
old messages
on the machine.

Shedding you
by shedding skin,
I get rid of you
a little at a time.

Life seems harder
when it’s over
but it’s not, not
really, not the way
harder used to feel.

The End

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