And so she still writes
lest the ceiling comes crashing.
How else could she breathe?
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How Else Could She Breathe? | Haiku #27
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How Do I Write Again? | Haiku #26
I have forgotten
the ways of pen and paper;
the grief is still here.
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If Not For You | Haiku #21
If not for you, love,
my grief would have consumed me.
This wet grass, our cot.
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Hold You By Your Hand | Haiku #11
I feel your worry
when I hold you by your heart.
Makes me want to live.
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Your Love Completes Me | Haiku #10
Peace is waking up
to your voice every morning.
Your love completes me.