“I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry and I wish I hadn’t done it.”

Nothing. You just sit with your back to me like I don’t exist.

I know you’re mad. I’m not too happy, either.

It’s been days since you and I locked eyes. I see you everywhere but only from behind.

Days without you.

I’m a mess.

“Please? Will you just look at me?” I’m desperate. I need you to stop this childish game you’re playing and LOOK AT ME! But I don’t dare try that tactic - yelling. Tried it once at the beginning. I think that might have made it worse, actually.

“Hey,” softly, no irritation in my voice, “I really am sorry. I didn’t really think and now… well,” what to say, what to say, “if I could take it back, you know I would. But…” Wait! Are you going to finally turn around? No movement now but I can see a tiny bit of profile. Should I keep talking?

“It’s just you and me, now. It’s ok. And it’s getting better, I swear.”

Are you turning? Yes, finally! The stand-off is over.

“Besides, you of all people know how irritating it could be.”

Almost full profile now. Yes!

Wow, you look like hell. No wonder I keep getting the looks I do.

“So, can we just move…” Wait. Are you…?

I watch you turn fully around and flip me the bird, both hands.

Dammit.

I watch you in the full-length mirror, the reflection of myself, turn your back to me again.

How long am I going to have to suffer?

It was just a hair cut.