Cutting Curls

Shedding our curls,
A gift to the past.
My eyes shutter took a photograph.
The new fronts of you and me,
Preparing to step through.
We both saw in each other then
a tallness,
a readiness,
Cut for the next phase.
I wanted to hold your hand,
like a child to mother.
“Hold me,” I thought,
“New beginnings are just endings
with a chance to say goodbye.”
Feeling the weight of
in my throat.
The metallic taste stuck to my lips,
jarring with your eyes.

For Alfie and me, as we step out into the world.

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