Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Rain
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Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Daily Archives: April 7, 2010
Undone
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
Ending
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
Realization
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
Facebook status after the breakup
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
a haiku a day 