Limelight
The mime enters stage left, only his face and hands loom out of the darkness. He embraces an imaginary woman, covers her face with kisses and caresses her skin. He doesn’t pretend that she exists, he just forgets that she is not there. When the curtain comes down, the spotlight focuses on the black-clad figure smelling a rose.
We walk back home holding hands.
in his arms
the scent of jasmine
till morning
Failed Haiku vol. 5, issue 52, April 2020 (haibun only)
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