In Ode: A Haiku

Those Normal People
They wear hats and go courting
They wear fancy shoes

Aside: A Haiku

Each stroke of the brush
Finds you lighter, translucent
No need for shadows

The whole time I hoped
I was stars and universe
Not sport and passtime

What if I saw tears
Of a heartbroken true hue
Would I crash for you

Oh the shade of shame
Of hearing my very heart
Only those two years

The arms-length loving
All my forsaken flowers
Crushed by distant words

Invisible flag
I lay claim in the hollow
Unrequited Love

When you do your best
Yet things don’t work out as hoped
You still did your best

In the such short years
We see them all fall away
And our promises….

Who doesn’t think time
Will soon whisper to us all
I’ve lied for too long