My hair was cut the other day
Half of it ended up lost and forgotten on some floor half an hour away
It was the kind of cut that gives you anxiety about school
Because it is such a large change.
But then you walk to school,
Only to find exactly one person cares enough to say anything
And it’s the random guy who sits next to you in history.
I have more in common
With those lost and forgotten hairs
Sitting in a trashcan somewhere far away,
Waiting to be thrown out of memory.