Winter Morning

I wrote this after my girlfriend and I had a small fight about something unimportant. It’s the end of a series of stories and the start of a journey. A summary. A haiku. Past (“when I was afraid”), present (“so talk to me”) and future (“two to be”).

When I was afraid
Blacked out oversea
And then I was gone
To know who to be

And then she was there
Like winter morning
I know who I am
I know who to be

So talk to me
Alive to see

A wind comes through the trees
To break the sounds
No no no

Two to be