in a haiku kind of mood...

Dreams dissolve so fast

in the harsh glare of morning.

A new day awaits...




I borrowed your coat

and forgot to give it back --

Sorry, it's mine now.


(OK, that was a cheeky haiku, promise to get serious again now...)




Each time my phone rings,

I startle, thinking it's you --

Forgetting you're gone.




Hope walked in the door,

sat herself at my table

and asked for some tea.

The End

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