At a Café
At a café,
I met someone
From my youth.
"Writing haikus?"
He smilingly
Walked away.
The way I made
Him feel
Furnishes
Too much;
The way
He
Me,
Too little.
At a Café
At a café,
I met someone
From my youth.
"Writing haikus?"
He smilingly
Walked away.
The way I made
Him feel
Furnishes
Too much;
The way
He
Me,
Too little.
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