but why not love before the loss?

I.
wide eyes inspect this change
as he tries to face
his new face

smiling, the barber prattles about
what a mangy mop of
hair he had 30 minutes before

he had agreed 30 minutes ago
frowning now, he speculates and
calculates the length of time to reach his old hair length

II.
squishy tar greets his soft, white
toes scampering for the nonchalance
of summer’s evenings

golden sunlight of late August
never so inviting
trees and fields promptly greener

hurried, ravenous, senselessly
sensing the last of summer
before his first semester back to school

III.
desperately clawing for
the remnants
of love he finds her

in smells and nouns
in bad radio songs
and in the middle of his 8:00 history exam

sleepless, breathless, unwell
nothing matters
now that he can’t have her