You loved me once
but now you don’t,
because I shaved
off my goatee
and left only
a strange mustache.
I miss you love
but wonder what
it was based on—
a full Van Dyke?
A hidden chin?
You loved me for
the wrong reason.
But there’s still hope.
I saved my beard.
I know, I’m weird—
I swept it up
in a Ziploc
in case you ever
want it back.
So let me know,
it’s in my desk.
I’ll trade it for
your love, no less.
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