Shave

What was I before the shave?
Was I just some unwashed vagrant,
Sojourning for a month in your
Musical? I must’ve been. You never
Gave any of your minds, none of your
Amorous glances when it hung here.

You gave me an ultimatum, and I abided
By way of shear and razor.
All so I could play a sailor who can
Only sing two songs, a sailor who wanted his
One moment to speak, but amongst the
Chaos you nixed my voice
And I became mute.

You know, I lost part of myself when it went.
I feel naked and cold, awkward like I
See a stranger in the mirror…

Don’t laugh,

I truly do miss my beard.