like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Sleep eludes me
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like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Tag Archives: loss
Last day of 16
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Salon visit
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
Deciding not to go to Junior Prom
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Rain
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
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.
a haiku a day 