Rainbows

It was a rainy Wednesday, a lonely night. I was sitting on a wooden chair inside a coffee shop, savoring the aroma and the taste of the newly brewed beans of my Affogato. As I looked outside, the sky was caliginous, no hint of sunlight was found. The clouds were as heavy as my emotions. And slowly, tears began running. Both from the clouds and my eyes.


Before I lived in
A dark and awful planet
'til the day we met


The bell rang. You opened the door. The squeaky sounds your wet shoes created got the attention of everyone. And when you tried to escape embarrassment, you stumbled and I knew you were panicstricken. Our eyes intersected, and for once, I found myself laughing at you. 
You ordered a Macchiato. And because there was no available seats anymore, you asked me if you could sit with me. Without saying, without approval, you sat opposite to me.
From there, our novel began. You were the paper, I was the pen. And the ink, the ink was love.
Every Wednesday was our date. In the coffee shop, in the third table on the first row. I would order Affogato and you Macchiato. Everything was always like the first time we met, except the skies were filled with colors of the rainbow. And from there, it made me believe, that every after rain there's always a rainbow.

We are like colors
Glistening when touched by light
Shimmering in sight


And thus, our relationship continued. From months into years, we almost hit a decade. Almost. 
If only you didn't lie to me that you're already married. If only you didn't lie to me that you already have two daughters and a son. If only you didn't make me feel like a mistress chasing you. You made me feel what we had was like a rainbow. That even though we had fights, at the end, colors would still shine upon us.

Like rainbow in sky
Every after rain we see
Fades simply, slowly

And so I was the pen and you were the paper. You're already lacking, and the ink that kept us together was already blotting. 







11/21/2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Callus Avatar
January 12, 2016 at 11:38 AM
Hi Hansteven...I see that you broke the contest rules:( ... but who cares!! This is a lovely Haibun and I enjoyed reading it (incidentally I'm drinking coffee...black and strong). ~ Regards // paul
Kendrick Avatar
December 24, 2015 at 11:03 AM
Creative work..Congrats on your win..Sara
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December 20, 2015 at 7:22 PM
Hansteven, Congrats on your Haibun Free-Style win. ~LINDA~
Selfa Avatar
December 21, 2015 at 12:13 AM
Thank you. :)
Thirtyseven Avatar
December 20, 2015 at 12:14 PM
Great poem/story, though it doesn't fit the brief of this contest. What you have written is a standard Haibun, not a Haibun FreeStyle. Where I was asking for one piece of prose followed by a poem that was anything not a haiku.
A  Avatar
December 20, 2015 at 11:12 AM
HI, HANSTEVEN:) NICE HM..... SKAT
Selfa Avatar
December 23, 2015 at 7:33 AM
Thank You!!!!! :)
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