Poetry

125. length of love, measure of pain

22 the length of your love

In the morning
of the anniversary of your leaving,
I cut the hair
that remembered you.

Woven in two,
it was

the length of love,
the weight of pain:
what remained
after the shorter straw I drew

when I said (of course)
I pick you.

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