Chapter 3: Haiku Moments

People have come and gone from my life.
There have been girlfriends.
But when something brings back an eternal memory —
the hush of waves, a hand on my skin, even a massage table —
it is never of them.

There are no gentle memories from childhood waiting to rise.
When my body recalls love, it returns only to Celta or Lynn.

These small poems are glimpses of that:
moments so deeply rooted they still live, waiting to be awakened.

Haiku Moments:

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The ring —
and her tears
of joy.

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The ocean sounds.
Her lap beneath my head,
fingers soothing my headache.

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At twenty-three,
through the eyes
of love,
I awoke.

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Watching the sun set
in my eyes,
in her eyes.

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Her voice on the phone.
I tremble.

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Walking hand-in-hand,
feeling cotton’s warmth
against my bare arm.

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In the moonlight
waves
from
waves.

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Bare trees on a silent night —
like my memories of her
and love itself.

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Silent winter night.
The sound of waves,
the comfort of her arms.

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Feeling numb,
my face where
tears have frozen.

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Curled up like an infant,
alone,
remembering her.

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The memory of her voice,
indistinct like the sound of waves,
takes my breath away, still.