haiku – Page 17

Haiku: Lose

Nothing left to lose,
except for memories of
love and Petrichor.

Humble soft padding.
Hurt, a wolf in sheep’s clothing;
misunderstood wolf.

Our hearts are locked in
quarantine as we learn to
live without our love.

Clouds of fresh grey days
A heated house feels too hot
Rain music playing

Walking to forget
the way skin felt like the sun.
Mornings without her.

Never the loser,
you play to win every time;
you lost your love’s heart.

A wild punk rocker,
rage and riot in the house,
solitude rebel.

Under the starlight,
you beg the full moon to save
the Earth from the sea.

Journey to the coast.
We borrow the sea and swim,
then dance on the sand.

An empty feeling,
the loss of another dawn;
you prefer twilight.