i woke up today thinking i should cut my hair.
last time i got a haircut you gave me the first butterflies, and then we got married by the lake, my silver hair shining under the sun, your flower crown highlighting your beautiful face – our souls dancing in a non-existent place.
i was happy, you were too.
cutting my hair will ache this time,
as i’ll be cutting a part of me that, if only for a second, existed with you.
Depressive Optimist 