Haiku: For The Face That Haunts Me
by pronounced "ahhh" like a sigh
Woke up from a dream at 415. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme. Anyway, I’m awake. Same reason. Same series of dreams. Same face. I’m not sure why this is happening weeks after the “you’ll get over it” began. Life only makes sense when you’re living it wrong.
If missing you was fire
Chicago would burn
like me, for a second time