I watch him scrape the ice off the railings,
boredom the only excuse for his crime.
I want to scream out at him to
Stop. Don't destroy the beautiful things.
They will end in their own time.
But I don't.
I let him have his destruction
and silently mourn what's been lost.
Yesterday I cut my hair.
I can't shed my lifestyle as easily as I discarded
those strands of myself,
watching the inches fall to the ground.
And Abby sweeps them up, throws them away,
never to be part of me again.
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