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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