Haiku #198

Helper notes. Get Off. Where once there were flowers now there are not deep thoughts.

Behind us lies the truth

Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death. Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You know

Forgiveness Rock

I forgive me, I forgive you too. Whatever you done it was justified by blue. And now we can create something new. Bent out of shape and reeling from yet another blow? This is the forgiveness we love and know. Love because it is so dear to us, so close to who and what we are.