Published May 15, 2006
The only draft that has been drafted is the one presented here. Not my best work, but it's something recent that I'm fond of.
The Tragedy of a Tradeoff (Haiku)
(Our) bed feels empty.
The sheets lost your scent too soon;
they knew you were gone
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Gah!; my first review ever on this site. How exciting.

Anyway, thank you! The parenthesis, in my opinion, is the best part of this poem in particular. I thank you so much for your comments! They mean a lot to a beginner.
I loved this. In a few short lines, you captured an entire poem. With beautiful swiftness, you conquered by hate for haikus. You handled this well & I loved the "our" in parentheses. It held poetic meaning, and also supplied that extra nessasary syllable.