I wanted to cry
over your head
and brush out
the life you've
been living, but
all I can do is
help you buy
shaving cream
and look at the
ingredients on
the back of shampoo
bottles, i almost
forgot we were
people for a
couple moments
as I watched the
hair disappear down
my sink but your
wrists brought me
back and my
hair pricked up
again in defense
he's changed
he's changed
he's changed


but i wanted to
cry over your
hair and the
brown parts
of your knuckles
the hair between
your brows and
every other part
of you that you've
let go but still lead
lives away from
home.