they said I should wait

for you to come and find me.

forever came, went.

Cue the violins!

Another wounded ego

Laments a love lost

better be alone

the warning goes. no telling

who will break you next.

bitter heart story

ends tragically, of course

but only for me

Desk job in the Spring - A Haiku

Flowers are blooming

Sun hot and high in the sky

I'll be here. Inside.