haiku

how to outlast this grief?

falling leaves; drowning oceans

foot soldiers retreat.

why do we fall apart?

past obsolete; nights dark.

together a part.

will the flying birds reach?

the promised land; a far-away home

or die on the streets.

where is the light?

those drowning eyes; those flowing hair

that shine through the night.

The streets they call;

for some: home; for others long gone.

Eyes on me;

your lips, my lips: apocalypse.