Guy came in with
an overgrown crewcut,
wanting something
he could comb
to one side.
“Meet a girl?” I asked.
“Got me.”
He had a cut before
popping the question.
I watched his lips rehearse.
Next time I saw him
he had a ring.
“Set a date?”
“Week before Christmas.”
Last time I saw him,
the ring was gone.
I didn’t ask,
and he didn't say,
but I swear he
grayed ten years
in three months.