Haiku III

While I kept waiting,

her ruby lips kissed someone.

Happiness: not mine.


I feel a freedom from the need of writing anymore when I read this first ever Haiku I wrote in May this year. A super summary of my youth.

Waiting for you


through a flower shop

Sensual fragrance

Radiating beauty


like a hopeful youth

Thinking of you-

I‘ll pick one

and it will die

waiting for you

Artwork by Neko Katz Illustration