haircut

i watch as those blades snip away
the strands that use to fall
over my shoulders
now they fall on the floor
like old pieces of history
that fell from the pages of my book
as i studied them back in high school
-- a past where i pulled you out of
such a long time ago to remember
tonight, of all nights
as i sit on this chair watching my hair
on the mirror that reflects my face
its odd though,
there are no traces of you
on the lines of my hand,
in between the spaces of my skin
or on the mirror that reflects my eyes
especially tonight, of all nights
when i had my hair cut
because of you

05.25.2004.7.28.p.m.