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2011 in Haiku
Twenty Eleven
Started year in chemo haze
In my bed? Best Boy.
He said he loves me
But does that mean he’s in love?
Neither of us know.
Winter beach weekend
With close friend, ex Philly Matt
My Teddy Ruxpin!
Well, not anymore.
“Tsunami” ensues as beach.
Friendship is over.
Mr. Agency
Reappears. Then disappears.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
By April, he’s gone.
We are over now for good.
Yet become friends. Huh.
I date other guys.
But keep them all at arm’s length
Don’t feel any spark.
I let you all pick.
The choices rather lame, tho.
Drama-free dating.
Not much time for boys
(At least, new boys in my life.)
So happy. So busy.
Is heart spoken for?
Honestly? Maybe it is.
By Best Boy. For now.
No epic love tale
But we care for each other
Still makes me smile
Sometimes it does work
At other times, it doesn’t
Don't want the same things
So, I play the hand
I’m not yet ready to fold
Am I, “The Gambler?”
What will next year bring?
Hoping for more of the same
Without more cancer!
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