Making an Exit #Haiku


(Somewhere, I’m sure.)

A throw of white cloak
Winter takes one last look back
To watch spring unveil


Blame the Weather

The tree that refused to believe it was winter

I can give you a reason
for all kinds of treason,
I can fake with a smile and blame
all of the seasons –
you’d always believe me
time after time –
’cause you’re always the
reason, you see.

I can cry like a spoilt child,
use excuses not reason,
smother you with happiness
depending on season,
I could shoot you a line or two
just ’cause I can –
you’re always the
reason, you see.

let’s kill
such a horrible truce,
let’s have no more abuse
just two of a kind

our love
would take care of itself,
it wouldn’t wonder what else
it could
possibly lose

It’s a cold smell, an empty smell,
like something uneven,
It will strangle then free you
till you heave then you grieve,
I could save you or watch you choke,
maybe I will,
you’re always
the reason, you see.

in death,
time would probably still
all that’s left of my will,
and there’d
be no reason for us.



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