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There you go again, waiting at the very same corner on 6th street. On most days I ignore you— at least that’s what I barely manage to do. You see, it is hard to ignore someone you’ve so desperately wanted to be a part of your life but it is harder to put up a poker face and tell the world that you are fine. There are days when I pass that corner on 6th street and I feel the urge to punch you in the face. BUT I CAN’T. How can you smack someone who isn’t even there? How can you jab a blow on just a mere memory. Call me hopeless but your memories keep on haunting me.

Wind blows from the east
Eyes shut, I heartily plead—
Take these mem’ries, please.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday: A Little Romance

Tending the bar today is Toni with her piece, One on One. The challenge is to think and pull out your best romantic (or funniest or saddest) haibun ever in one or two tight paragraphs with a true classic haiku at the end – nature based with a cutting or pivot in the second line. The count will be 5-7-5 but some do write short-long-short.

Head over here to join the fun:

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J is for J’adore

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J’adore is a French phrase that is literally translated as “I adore”.

In order to say “I adore you”, one would say “Je t’adore”, which is <Je> meaning “I”; <tu> meaning “you”; and <adore> meaning “adore”. You drop the “u” in “tu” because adore begins with a vowel.

One day, out of boredom, I decided to revisit my past. And by ‘revisit’ I meant looking through the pages of my old notebooks— my hilarious handwriting, the doodles at the back of each notes, those check marks and ‘x’ marks.

Then I found it.

Deep beneath the heap of test papers, was my twelve years old diary— all dusty and fading, I couldn’t help but laugh. Scribbled on its pages were words and clauses that once screamed how once upon a time, a girl adored a boy.

June 12, 2006, when you started to be the main entry in all of my ‘Dear Diary’.

Dear Dairy, I saw someone today.
Dear Diary, I saw him again.
Dear Dairy, Who is he?
Dear Diary, Finally got his name. Dexter.
Dear Diary, He plays basketball!
Dear Diary, He’s on the Top 5.
Dear Diary, He listens to E-heads.
Dear Diary, Does he know my name?
Dear Diary, He really does know my name!!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled again.
Dear Diary, And again!
Dear Diary, Who’s that girl!?
Dear Diary, I didn’t see him today. Was he sick?
Dear Diary, Please tell me the rumors were lies.
Dear Diary, I saw him today— and her.
Dear Diary, The rumors were true.
Dear Diary, I know basketball now.
Dear Diary, I learned guitar and piano.
Dear Diary, I got an E-heads album.
Dear Diary, I made a poem.
Dear Diary, I topped the exam— well, except Math.
Dear Diary, It’s almost VALENTINES!
Dear Diary, He smiled!!!
Dear Diary, He smiled again.
Dear Diary, And again!
Dear Diary, I saw them, again.
Dear Diary, They held hands.
Dear Diary, They kissed.
Dear Diary, So they’re officially dating.

Dear Diary, What day is today? Oh, Valentines.
Dear Diary, I’m tired.

June 12, 2010 when all entries ended.

I let as sigh of relief and nostalgia, set aside my twelve years old diary— all dusty and fading, deep beneath the heap of test papers. Scribbled on its pages were words and clauses that once screamed how once upon a time, a girl adored a boy in utmost secrecy.


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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Catharsis

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I’d pick those broken pieces
And place them in your hands
Whenever, wherever
I get a chance
I’d ignite the flame
Once washed by the rain
Set my heart on fire
Send my desire
I’d brave the storm
Hate, disgust, scorn
I’d face it all
In any lifetime
In any day
I’d still choose you,
Anyway.

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