Losing You

by Deidre Abrahamsson

Remember how I used to cut your hair?
I would slide the razor across your scalp in rows,
careful not to nick,
careful to leave your locks a little longer on top.
I would glance at you, see your soft brown eyes,
as you watched me transform you, in the mirror.

How I long to be there again,
to feel your face in my hands,
to watch your brown hair fall away,
to brush it from your shoulders,
to sweep it from the floor.

I would admire my work, proudly, as if I created you.
I'd run my fingers through the softness,
like I did the first time when I sent waves of electricity
through you, with my touch, and we both knew.

The Author

Deirdre Abrahamsson is a New Yorker living in Gothenburg, Sweden. She received a BA in English and an MS in Education from the University of Pennsylvania. By day she writes operational plans and reports for the 2006 European Athletics Championships and by night, poems and short stories. She is currently working on a novel about love, sobriety, and New York City.