On the road in haiku

All the timeless wounds…fill measures of quiet songs…I can see the stars

(Forced conversation…Twisting paper into dust…A heart left wanting…)

Things are looking up…The medication’s breathing…Even if I’m not

He touches my cheek…The headlights snap a photo…Smiling in the dark

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