Entry Writchal #2
Tema: High School Romance

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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.

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Suddenly, it lit.

A magnesium flame, white hot.

Mutual? God knows.

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Messaging till night

for a few moons, our eyes glued

to the screens we held.

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A warm April night,

Luna and Venus, aligned;

a chance, I squandered.

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One school break later;

our uniforms, once myrtle,

now a deep dark blue.

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As the days passed,

bright metal turned to dull ash,

and you grew distant.

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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.

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“One last chance,” I said,

still blinded by the fire,

one that is long snuffed.

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Taking off, I saw

on your phone, you just sent hearts

to someone I know.

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“It’s normal,” friends said.

“I dislike him,” you mentioned.

“Lies,” I knew, betrayed.

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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.

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And yet, I can still

hear chatter and smell carpet,

on rainy evenings.

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Writer: Duke