I write so you don’t have to
I want to tell her - if you let
Me - I’ll write your life - in dashes
You’ll exist - the school, the car, the clothes
The books you’ll read, the bank, the investments
The life you’ll lead will be mine - I can write it
all
- yet -
I admire how you have cut your hair
Inch by inch - enough to leave me blind
Perhaps one day
A day far from now
You’ll visit - and your hair will be long
And you’ll take my hand and say I should have let you
And I’ll take your hair and slice away
See it’s not my life to write or my right to slice
It’s all yours - every strand
- Every second -
- Every visit -
- Every tear -
Each whisper and crumbled paper
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