long gone and away
like history or one’s youth
spent like sofa change
too quick for wisdom
no time for mindful thinking
that might save regret
memory like surf
crashes upon the calm shore
sudden re-living
the feeling once named
lives on, cannot be forgot
cruel tide now surging
pupil in the sky
milky white with its blindness
unblinking, silent
while i peck pixels
pretending with the haiku
that it’s lune i see