Honest Haiku: Sixteen

What were the things I missed about relationships when I was single?

It wasn’t always the big stuff – though that’s all amazing, too.

No, it was often the small stuff.

Love isn’t all fanfares and flowers, or fantasies and fancy dates. It’s not-watching TV together while you scroll through your phones on the sofa, and doing the washing up so the other one can get ready for work, and scrubbing the pasta sauce out of a white t-shirt they left behind at yours.

And so, here’s my sixteenth Honest Haiku; an ode to the small stuff – which can be sexy as hell, too.

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Honest Haiku: Sixteen

“What’s your fantasy
in bed?” he said; so we laid
together and read.

 

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