Haiga Archive

after so many
ups and downs
we’ve come
to a complete
standstill

winds in tatters
caught among ruins
just for a moment
just me
at Arthur’s grave

looking back
how fragile
that old life seems
clinging
to fleeting moments

I’ve begun trampling
my own emotions
breaking the backs
of leaves fallen
from my optimism

bald
all these years
but still stealing
the complimentary
shampoo

through the lashes
of a squint
our past becomes
a perfect picture
of us and then

a grief
that never lets go…
you stand
as a monument
to yourself