I Heard She Cut Her Hair Off


“I want to cut my hair.”
She had been saying ever since we first met.
That didn’t sound good for me.
She swung her long hair as if it is alive.
“Your hair is like alive.” I said.
“She is hanging out with me for decades. I take care of her every single day
during that time. So of course, I have my life in her. “she replied, smiling at me.

Then one month passed without seeing her.
I heard she cut her hair off.
She was surely loving it until just before that.
But, she killed it.

I understand all the existence is uncertain, random, and transitory.
Even these images disappear sometime.