I cut my hair days after we ended

In hopes of severing the parts of me you once loved

Removing any trace of memory you left on my body

I wanted to be clean despite the prints you left embedded in my skin

I was never the same

Yet over time my hair grew back

Rich and full, it hugs my head

Framing my face as if it were a piece of art to admire

Worthy to be cherished and cared for

Hopefully by more trusted hands.