The end of an long distance relationship

Seven haikus I wrote to you in the month of November.
Obviously, they never got to you.

The leaves are turning
Red and golden. I pick them
To give you my fall.

I forget exact
Dimensions of your body
Curled up against mine.

I can no longer
Finish your sentences. We
Have drifted too far.

I can’t bear the night.
How the smiling moon reminds
Me much of your laugh.

Should I have written
You sonnets instead of these
Silly, fool’s haikus?

How do we begin
To forgive ourselves for all
That we did not say?

I have started to
Take down from the walls all of
My pictures of you.

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