Lost – Page 21 – Iron Haiku

family outings
picnics paid for with the blood
of fallen soldiers
–
small flags-
dates carved
in cold granite

april’s robin song-
the morning moon rolls over
and kisses the sun
–
cat at my feet-
your back warm
against my chest

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

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

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

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

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

in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past
–
winter stubble-
remnants of
my father

as the sun rises
I try once more to forget
the sins of my past
–
spring evening-
frogs still
as I walk past