malingerers

spices old perfumes

delicate escape from box

moth bitten trinkets

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haiku

was it ? love ?

we made love often

but the kissing stopped so long

ago , i forgot

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haïku

burp

this effervescence . . .

memory surfaces . .

then goes

flat .

just like

that . !

.

haïku

postcard from paris

in paris. memories

of you surface. your face. mine

pretty . city . light

.

haïku

fleeting

something like terror

mirrored in eyes meeting grief

brief in divorce room

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haiku

nostalgia – unturned

i rest a hand on

dimpled bulb of door – handle

fondle brass of past

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haiku

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n.b

nostalgia meaning : our pain

.

there is a tendency to return to pain. painful memories can be an addiction.

we speak of them often, draw them back into our existence, repeatedly, why…?

what does this justify…?

what if we left them in the past and staying in the present, looked to the future. Joy…? Peace…? Forgiveness…? Gratitude…?

ahhhhhh… ! mmmmmmm …!

mourning that love

s’ eros of licked fingers,, fruit

pluck, , steamy eyes, , s’ hot

s’ we forgot to eat

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haiku

besties

dreamt we kissed, tasted

bad

you said

you’d got married

hadn’t told me

sad

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haiku

calimero

little boy lost look

cup of coffee

closed book

how to find his focus

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haiku

madly on the other side

eyes in disarray

post ~ marital

pleading may

we meet truly deeply

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haiku