the difference: four love haiku

the difference between

feeling a part and falling

apart is a word


the difference between 

being seen and understood

your eyes recognize


the difference between

being heard and being hurt 

is just a word


i still recognize

your eyes in mine, your smell on

me, your touch burns skin


Love, Actually: Four Haiku

something less like life

and more like this, the richness

of your soft brown skin


more like heartache, less

like heartbreak, the depths of which

i’d die to venture in


something more like soul

and less like woe, something i will

only hope to know


it wasn’t fair or

kind or nice or sweet, but it

was love, actually