Long dark tresses fell to the floor
Bzz Bzz Bzz
Went the shaver.
A sacrifice of beauty, an offering of pain.
A shocking change if not forewarned –
Good.
I should look different. I’m not the same.
.
We didn’t even have a body then.
It was more than a month before he got your ashes.
.
I still think of myself has having long hair
I look in the mirror and see the mess growing back
And I remember.
.
I miss you
Not as much as others who lost you, I’m sure.
I wasn’t around much at the end.
We grew up, we drifted apart –
Then you cut me out.
.
Your kids are doing okay, if you’re wondering.
As well as can be expected I suppose.
I hope it’s nice where you are. I hope you’re happy.
I hope you found the peace you didn’t in life.
I’ve done some crazy things since you left.
Forgive me.
.
You were trying to die for a long time,
Not overtly with scars or loudly with a gunshot
But with one drink at a time.
Your passing drove me a little mad,
Even as I tried to be strong for your family.
.
I miss you.
The worst thought, the absolute worst,
Is the possibility that you died hating me,
The fact that we never got to make up.
I only wanted to help you.
But you wanted to drown in a bottle.
And if you wouldn’t grab a liferaft for your husband or children,
You certainly wouldn’t for me.
.
I’m sorry.
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