myopic
haiku collection
Published in
1 min readApr 12, 2019
Our life was larger
when all I could see was you
perspective broke us
they slipped through under
my broken nose blood puddled
diluting goodbyes
negative space finds
everything full bar itself
my green tinted glass
a full moon clear night
blurred, hydrated to my sight
a lone long shadow
This is a response to the Imagà Imaginings prompt by Michael Stalcup.
