split ends

The first time you cut my hair

Was our fourth date

I showed up with flowers

So nervous I could barely speak

While you washed my hair

You told me about your shoes

The black ones with the studs

And how they were meant

To scare everyone else away

You shaved my head,

 six months later

On my back patio

The day after I graduated

'A modern day Delilah'

I joked

The last time you cut my hair

Was in our living room

You didn’t look at me

And I tried not to smile at every joke

This is my last free haircut, I thought

As I swept the remains of us away