I miss you more than
I loved you. Still, I love you
–less than I feared you.
Posted in response to the challenge Parting.
Rosy Retrospection (Haiku)
More by twoblueviolets
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the sound of a room during a poetry reading
hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair
low mmms and ahhhs and snaps
and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink
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To: Girl Not Named Georgia
555 Far Away College Dorm
City with No Cornfields, Peach State
661.9 Miles Away, USA -
Untitled Haiku
Mama/an eagle.
We/weasels/deer in headlights.
She flies on. We stay.
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