Haiku 7.

can you remember
how I kissed away your tears,
when you loved me too?

Tercet.

I love you in shades of greys and blues,
In ochre tones of aging photographs...
And dissipating fogs of candle lit dreams.

I Have Fallen in Love with Sadness.

The moment Sadness and I first held hands,
We were not met with cheers or congratulations.
No, We did not shout to the world of our love affair.
We loved in silence.

And in silence our love grew.
And in silence she was beautiful.

Sadness is not beautiful in the contemporary sense.
She does not have gorgeous eyes or soft skin,
She does not have a thousand curves that can bring men to their knees,
The voice of an angel, or the smile of a goddess.

No, She is beautiful in a way that does not fade with age.

She is beautiful in the way she sings a song only my heart can understand,
The way she speaks in poems only my soul can interpret.

She is beautiful in the way she reads me like I am a novel she has read again and again,
Each sentence memorized a thousand times, and then a thousand times over.

She is beautiful in the way her silence rushes over me like a roaring wave,
And in the way she knows I long to be lost and pulled out into her sea.

I love her.
I love her because she is beautiful.

And she is beautiful, because I love her.

11:11

The night has frozen,
Forty nine shy of midnight,
And I wish for you.

My crooked heart.

I will always love her, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.