I can’t stay away

How they shine, those scissors

More dazzling than glitter

To leave the last year on the floor

To feel less weighty, the goal, for sure

To shave a few minutes off a half marathon

Like the setting sun, soon I’ll be gone

My clothes are someone else’s

My home, too, I’m sure they’ve felt it

Like the seagulls, we all cry mine

Not knowing, or just ignoring, the fact that there is a time

Our hands should be open

Knowing that the grave is, like the ocean

So what can we lose, what can we give

All the hair’s going to come out

And we won’t run forever

Black Friday is a disease

Maybe letting go is a lever

To get us out of here

Or to at least make us new

It’s not so much what you say but what you do

Let the scissors dazzle

Unclip your saddle

Empty the cart

Be weightless, light

It’s a start