Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Laid off friend
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Category Archives: loss
Midnight in Arcata
Brief holiday visit
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Abandoned blog
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Friendship
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Depression
Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Respects
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
At 22
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
a haiku a day 