Entry Writchal #2
Tema: High School Romance
Several Haikus
A rainy evening
upon a musty carpet
sev’ral years ago.
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The pitter patter
of the rain on the windows
followed our chatter.
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Two hours later,
we went home; and for a year,
we chatted no more.
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Fateful January,
we talked once more, as teammates,
then as two friends.
***
Suddenly, it lit.
A magnesium flame, white hot.
Mutual? God knows.
***
Messaging till night
for a few moons, our eyes glued
to the screens we held.
***
A warm April night,
Luna and Venus, aligned;
a chance, I squandered.
***
One school break later;
our uniforms, once myrtle,
now a deep dark blue.
***
As the days passed,
bright metal turned to dull ash,
and you grew distant.
***
The bright fire turned dim.
You began to talk with them,
much to my dismay.
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Eventually,
we stopped talking entirely,
and you became them.
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Then, I saw a chance:
a trip to a land far east,
where the trees are pink.
***
“One last chance,” I said,
still blinded by the fire,
one that is long snuffed.
***
Taking off, I saw
on your phone, you just sent hearts
to someone I know.
***
“It’s normal,” friends said.
“I dislike him,” you mentioned.
“Lies,” I knew, betrayed.
***
As the world locks down,
I confronted him; once friends,
now traitor and foe.
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Till our blue is shed
and till now, we haven’t talked;
not like we used to.
***
And yet, I can still
hear chatter and smell carpet,
on rainy evenings.
Writer: Duke