A few friends I know love haikus. But I never really cared for them much. Still on a warm afternoon in November, I found myself writing these.
Because sunsets are fucking brilliant.
The ride is over
And we’re standing at the gates
When the sun goes down.
Because today I learned something new.
Is not something I wanted.
But maybe it’s time.
Because she only plays “Hope” on the teevee
And they called her “Hope”
Though she was a disaster
So I still liked her.
Because of something I read once that I can’t remember.
I should have told you
I liked it when you smiled more.
But I never did.
Because a warm afternoon doesn’t sound as good.
Taking time to write
Haikus I never wanted
This cold afternoon.