May 2018 – Page 3 – Iron Haiku

feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess
–
monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call

I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed

nose against the glass
looking through my reflection
at life passing by
–
still water-
echos of
narcissus

pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting
–
blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep

waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder

ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees
–
silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway

softly spoken words
meant for only you to hear-
whispers by your neck
–
our wedding duvet-
my open heart by
your sleeping ear

sharing in your pain-
my heart and soul wrapped around
your weary shoulders
–
staring at the floor-
the world rolls past
my window

whispering my name-
the last word upon your lips
before you leave me
–
peeling paint-
the swinging gate
at my back