Trivial

I'm still unable to completely run my hands
through the empty space where I cut my hair
Trivial, though it seems to even give a damn!
It meant so much more than I will share

You hold it and admire it as if it were some prize
but discard all the moments that led to that shear
It's easy to play dead when you can't see my eyes
Blue ribbons must conceal every sigh, every tear

Traduced again, my trusting heart and loving trust
Abandon us once more to weep and grieve;
Your reasons are unclear but to you they are just
Now my soul will play dead but secretly breathe

You could have owned that beautiful sonnet kiss
If you would have given me only slightly more than this