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Sunday, 7 August 2011

LOVE (8 x Haiku)

last hours together,
your clothes folded perfectly,
my head in a mess

final kiss, last hug,
through the gate and you are gone
without looking back

criss-cross jet vapours
cutting through the bright blue sky –
I wave to your plane

the house is noisy,
not your noise but creaks and groans
of timber and ghosts

different time-zones,
Atlantic Ocean between
our past and future

photograph album
at arm’s reach, ready to browse
as a substitute

lonely single man
restless in a double bed,
missing your closeness

waiting for phone calls,
clinging to a bogus hope -
you’ve gone forever

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