Hello

I can’t say goodbye 

anymore, my darling. Here 

is my last hello. 

North

How can I be lost? 

My compass, always due north, 

pointing straight to you.

Footprints

I am not good 

at saying goodbye. 

My hands clasp tight 

when they should 

gently loosen, 

and I think I can 

blame you for this, Love. 

How terrifying it would be, 

to live in a world 

without your shadow 

next to mine- 

how utterly bewildering, 

to find a path 

without your footprints. 

The Art of Losing You

I’m so glad I knew you-
Even after you left, Love.
You were worth the pain.

Happy Birthday Haiku

It is clear to me:

Some loves you never outgrow,

some things never change. 

Stronger

You have always been
so much stronger than me, Love.
So firm in resolve.

Aftermath

Sure, the smoke has cleared,
ash has been swept away, but
nothing is the same.

Unbated

Unbate my breath, love, 

release me, 

I beg you;

renege your vow to 

resist me, 

arrest you.

I’ll rest when you hold me,  

behold me, 

beloved. 

Allow me to see you, 

the best view,

uncovered. 

Still There

They tell me 
it’s possible, 

probable even, 

that the stars 
in the sky 

have long since 
died. 

Burned 
so brightly 

for so 
long, 

and then 
vanished, 

leaving behind 
only 

a gaping 
hole 

and the 
light, 

already 
on its way 

to us. 

But how can 
something 

that is 
no longer 
there, 

still be so 

achingly 
beautiful? 

I throw my 
wishes 

to an empty 
sky, 

and pray 
that you are 

still there.

Empty

The armchair sits

-still empty-

next to the bookcase

-still empty-

and the 

mug

-too quickly growing cold-

and I miss you. 

You and 
-your warmth- 

your presence 

-still lingers- 

your voice is 
all I hear.