what I miss about the first month I loved you

a haiku

By Dane BHPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

the murky hours

post-bed, pre-dawn, when all our

words were new (and sweet)

By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.

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