Haiku #413 – #415

413.

I lone-drink myself
To sleep each bleak weekday night,
Just as you once did

414.

It is a mistake
To think that we are the same,
For I was drinking

415.

Poetry and rhyme,
Whereas you drank your future
Down a hair’s dead-end.

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