The Haiku Blues

Once upon a time
he was the inspiration
behind my poems.
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Hoped one day he'd see
way beyond his LCD
that I do exist.
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Supported his gift;
seated in the audience
as more than a fan.
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Him, more than a muse
and eons from just a crush
he had me smitten.
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His hair is long locked
though I figured out his heart
required the key.
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Learned a thing or two
about what I value most--
communication.
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Maybe this is it,
the last poem I will write
for his attention.