There was a whiff of perfume on him I'm sure it's nothing There was a faint trace of lipstick under his collar I'm sure it's nothing He's late again I'm sure it's nothing He's canceled again I'm sure it's nothing I'm sure It's nothing -Kel Dayheart
Chest Pain
If you loved me, truly It wouldn't hurt This much -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #159
Hard pill to swallow Trying to numb this too full heart That wants to escape
Fragment of a Figment 