Haiku for Adulthood #27-#32 5

Written while waiting for a bus in the rain on the way to a friend’s birthday brunch.

I know I shouldn’t

but I can’t stop searching for

myself in your words.


Forgive me. I err

on the side of excess. It’s

up and up and up…



So similar to dread, no?

You are worth the sweat.


The loss was enough

to glimpse the tenderness I

didn’t know I craved.


Your face, your hands are

a sweet cement perfume I

want to erase me.


I’d give anything

to be defied and defined

by you once again.


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