scissors

inspired by carol ann duffy's delilah poem. some truths are just universal.

i waited for you,
sketched nonsense on scraps of paper
sighed, and thought of later.
fresh from the shower, you shoved
a felt knit cap over your damp head.
and glanced in the mirror.
"my hair is long,"
you said "my hair is long, and the ends are thin.
i can feel it where it drapes along my skin."
caressed my tattered ends and said,
"your hair was longer when we met.
back then when we kissed
your eyes would grow wet.
your lips would tremble
your thighs would shudder."
tell me how not to feel.
so i lifted your hair from your bare back
split and clumped together, like glue.
i severed them,
close above your shrinking shoulders.
and thought,
when my hair was long
my tears always fell for you.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

sweet and melancholic without being melodramatic

i felt deep memories stir