Head shaved

I got my head shaved,

the barbers eyes full of glee when I said it. 

Locks of hair falling like autumn leaves,

covering the floor,

a carpet.

When I looked in the mirror

I saw my face like I hadn’t for years. 

Years added and somehow removed at 

the same time. 

When I got back home 

she wasn’t sure. 

‘It’s not as bad as I thought’

Were her words. She walked around me,

inspecting like a new car. 

‘Would you like to kick my tyres?’, I said. 

She smiled. 

Some people said, 

‘Well, it will grow back’ 

and they aren’t wrong (I hope),

But whether it does or doesn’t, 

I’ve left something on that floor

in the local barber shop.

I’ve also found something new. 

And it really feels nice to run my fingers through.