The missing brother of Past and Present
That second I found one I think might stick,
Doubt creeps in.
We could have worked. Nothing was stopping us. Except:
Doubt crept in.
The past and present are Kane;
Future: their unfortunate kin.
The doubt of past and present took their brother,
Before we even met.
The epilogue of the story of us is filled with silence and grimaced smiles. But you’re impossible to avoid.
Your eyes remind me of how you noticed things about me even I didn’t realize.
Your soft gaze would gently study me in the silence of conversation.
Your voice brings me back to the ease of conversation and undeniable compatibility of our personalities.
Your spirit is stowed in the flower I pressed. The one you gave me the day things ended.
In the cacophony of positive memories lives the pain. The pain that accompanies regret.
I did nothing wrong, yet it’s all. my. fault.
I love you
to admit my feelings.
to move to fast.
I lost something good.
I’ll never find something like that again.
The eight letters lingered between us,
But fell on fearful ears.
I know it’s too late to tell you,
But I think I do.
Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.
Back to Haiku
I hate that you knew
the second I grew distant,
I hate to hurt you.
The one I’ll never have.
I shouldn’t want you,
But curiosity precedes.
Friends for so long
That it seems impossible.
But here I am.
And there you are.
Are you pretending you don’t see it
Or is this the dreaded friend zone?
All I’m saying is it’s worth a try, right?
In a never ending race against time,
I always lose.
Haiku for you 6
Perfect hazel eyes.
You manage to make it back,
Deep into my heart.
The blinds are squeaky,
The walls blank
And it’s dark
I’m all alone
For the first time.
And it’s dark