Cafe mirrors look back at me,
Tapping in morse code on the table:
.. / .-- .. ... .... / -.-- --- ..- /
.-- . .-. . / .... . .-. .
The letters don't work in my head
The words fall out in dots and dashes
A dashed heart would follow,
If it could understand itself.
Heartbreak never hits so hard,
As someone who is here to stay,
Once yours, then changed
Now only a shadow remains.
Will you remember when you come
Back from the coma you are in
From the car you were so scared to drive
Over the mountain?
Or will I sit on my chair,
Tapping morse code like an idiot
Or a budding musician
With only a hint of rhythm
On the cafe table.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...