5-7-5
Haiku
The passing of time
Is insignificant now
That we are deceased.
Failure lurks behind
Each stone I have turned over
Try something brand new.
You take one more shot
And the room spins around you
The floor comes closer.
The more that we take
The emotion that we fake
Love is not enough
1 Comments:
I read this today and thought of your poem:
"The fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it."
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