Haiku
You waited.
I was waiting too
No one knew.
You waited.
I was waiting too
No one knew.
There are houses that
we live in. Bags of
bones and promise rivers
want
to wash away. There is
time, less left
to play with. Voices,
fingerprints and hearts
to throw. There are newborn
dreams to rock, mayflies
to catch and chase
with mirrors, Space
can’t help
but learn to fit
the way
We fill.
We could be eating pasta. Or
waiting for a left-turn
signal. Your elbow
comes to mind.
How I’ll hold
it.
Bite you.
If I wrote you a letter, It would start with
Hello. And ask about
The band.
And the letter would smile and forget
To explain things better left
Unknown.
And just before signing
The letter’s name
It would kiss you, Because
It’s a letter.
It can.