Haiku

Parted

I can feel your name,
engraved in the grey headstone.
I miss you. And me.

Hangover

Woken up sharply
by an angry park warden.
I'd better get dressed.

Busy

i just can not help
undressing you with my eyes,
my hands are busy.

I Closed Many Doors

I closed many doors;
All day she stands in the hall
And thinks this is love.