The sun rises high
Everytime I see you smile;
Even in the night.
.....
One fine day, perhaps,
You shall forget all of this.
Not I, love; not I.
.....
No treasure compares
to the way your eyes sparkle.
Wealth beyond my dreams.
.....
If I hold your hand
I know you will let it go.
The last leaf, fallen.
.....
Each time your heart breaks,
the rain sings its chorus loud:
"a rainbow comes next."
.....
I feel the distance;
oceans between you and I.
My boat capsizes.
.....
When your nightmares come,
weave my promises to webs;
I'll hold them 'til dawn.
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I was walking my regular way home today, my ears filled with random songs from my player, when I suddenly remembered Haikus. 5-7-5; short verses that try to say a lot in its smallness. Their images are usually of nature, and are usually about love. While walking, I tried to come up with some verses, my fingers flicking for each syllable that I mouth in silence.
I began thinking of haikus about missing someone; as my trusty pod began playing Susie Suh's Won't You Come Again, where she sings Oh I'm missing you -- or maybe I'm just missing how I felt when I was with you; her thick, smoky voice like the sound of desire inside my head.
Missing you. It's an enormous conundrum for me. Don't you ever wonder why missing someone comes in different modes? There are those moments when you miss someone and it makes you feel all warm and soft inside; their absence a remembrance of how strongly you feel for them. Other times, missing someone is unbearable -- it is cold and unforgiving, their absence a grim threat of falling out. It makes me wonder if missing someone is a sure-fire confirmation that you have feelings for that person, or just a glaring distortion of a rhythm of life you have grown accustomed to.
Whatever the case may be, like what my friend wrote on his journal, I miss you (in its sincerest, and not in the euphimism of I miss you--plural) is an entirely more powerful word than any other term of endearment.
It's like a validation of the fact that you value someone's presence in your life. That you are happy when they are near you -- not that they make you complete (good god, hell no!), but that you make life a little bit sweeter, a little less ordinary. I dunno. I'm rambling.
Ugh. Sometimes reading mushy pieces from other people just carve their way into you!
