Apart: A Series of Haikus

At six feet apart,

Your hand reached into blank space,

Love has funny ways.

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Apart from the birds,

Flirting by our awkward feet,

We are strangers, please.

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Apart from a wink,

Eye to eye ‘til I then blink,

We are still nothing.

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We sit apart,

We laugh lots about fun lives,

My chin to the sky.

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Love is fine, pink lace,

Love knows art so love will trace,

Love had known your face.

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Love, love, blah, blah, blah,

I will not conjoin the heart

Someone ripped apart.

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Still, I give a lot,

I give it all in the dark,

Apart from my heart.

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Yet, hands apart,

The self knows this is a start,

Following the heart.

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Us make me grin,

The gentlest without worn words,

Apart from sweet birds.

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