myopic

haiku collection

Image by Wilfried Pohnke (public domain)

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.