They’ve shaved their head.

It looks nicer now

“I like the change”

It feels better somehow

It’s darker on their skin

a halo of brown

against blue eyes

that softens harsh looks

on a baby face.

There’s something of excitement,

more livid, more vivid,

then when I saw you last.

It’s a busy time

Does time ever really move fast?

There’s something about your eyes.

Maybe it’s just the hair

or something about the warmth in the air

and the change of light

to summer’s golden glow,

although it’s only spring.

Let’s pretend

it’s summer instead.