Conflicted: A senryu sequence 

perfect timing . . .
the way you make
my heart throb


perplexed again . . .
why is my love for you
so much like madness?


vision quest . . .
I look into your eyes
for answers


going out?
I could write an epic
with your lilac perfume


romance on the rocks . . .
you hold out your hand
for another sip


fading photograph . . .
how you drift
away

 

dust in the footprints
on my doorstep . . .
your last visit


your apparition stands
in the doorway, disrobed . . .
now that’s the spirit


the last poem
to my name . . .
dressed in rags for you

Failed Haiku Issue 39, March 2019