A haiku. Or maybe a set of them.

I wrote a haiku (or a set of them meant to be read as one) after a good shower. I hate ticks.

longing is dying

these two are one in the same

a dangerous game

—

loving is worth it

to long is only to miss

proving love was real

—

give yourself some time

put the love to rest and be

let memories breathe

—

go seldom back there

go easy on the past, for

longing is dying 

I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

fm