Haiku

I fall through the holes

Grasping onto season’s end

Or its beginning

~ Em C.

10.11.18

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Ashen

somewhere in the haze of other days
away from where what once was us
before we knew the other one
before the time was yet to come
where love was something far from now
a thing we thought we’d never reach
a figment of our heightened dreams
we never thought we’d ever meet
until we reached into the dark
until we closed eyes and grabbed
for something in the haze we felt
heat emanating mine to yours
yours to mine electric shock
lit by unmeasurable fire
we combusted to crumbled dust
now to build burned hearts again
on embers of these hazeless days
lost without a match
cold to the touch
dying slowly
ashen
gray

~Emily C. 10.1.18