Haiku #24

They say that this is no joke. No laughing matter. A trap. A hell hole. A window-less prison. But I’ve never been more serious. I wouldnt mind being stuck in an inescapable cell if it meant being able to have your hand to hold in the dark. Always. As I walk towards you, know that the look on my face, so easily misconstrued as fatal fear, is excitement. Paired with the fear that I might never be able to make you as blissful as you have made me. But if this means a lifetime to spend proving it. So be it. Shackles never felt so comforting.

Depth and Distance

It’s like how different things are now from how they were back then. You never used to need me to finish my sentences to get what I meant. And now I dont even know how to start talking to you.

I miss you.
I wont can’t even say it.

Now I’m afraid to face the possibility that we dont even have those same thoughts anymore.

Haiku #23

The beating heart of it all is that I’m here and I’m finding it difficult to believe that you are too.