Café Goodbye: A Haiku

A bit like Paris
Such potential for beauty
Such horrendous void

crumple: a haiku

What if it’d been you
Who sat down at that table
Today as my friend

I see now people.
How we slip. Subtle it is.
Down, then up and back.

When you pled the Fifth

Were you smirking and smiling

As big as I hurt

Take away my need
To cling, to throw back to days
Before I knew you

Lately my eye sees
The long shadows of the day
The forlornest face

Black ink, white paper
The alphabet became grey
And hope bled away

We could only dance
My hair drawn back, eyes upward
Sketched my dreaming pen

Sugarless I’m not
But were I to pretend it
Oracle, portend….

What feeds troubled souls
Leaves me stifled and sickly
Proof I’m of Angels