You are the one who
let me go—broke your promises
couldn’t be a man.
let me go—broke your promises
couldn’t be a man.
Don’t expect me to
open my arms to you
after all the silence.
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I know haikus are generally nature poems, but I’m kind of in a minimalist/haiku state of mind lately, and it’s April–Poetry month. Actually, it almost seems fitting that I write these here, as a reflection or contrast to last years love-related poems.
How things change, or rather, how they don’t.