Harriet.

Harry-ette.

Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.

Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher.

Un-trust

… ing.

Un-know

… ing.

Un-love

… ed?

“He wants you back,” he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire

… except the passion of his heart.

I am lonely.

It’s really hard.

This poem

… sucks.