Conflicted: A senryu sequence 

perfect timing . . .
the way you make
my heart throb

perplexed again . . .
why is my love for you
so much like madness?

vision quest . . .
I look into your eyes
for answers

going out?
I could write an epic
with your lilac perfume

romance on the rocks . . .
you hold out your hand
for another sip

fading photograph . . .
how you drift
away

dust in the footprints
on my doorstep . . .
your last visit

your apparition stands
in the doorway, disrobed . . .
now that’s the spirit

the last poem
to my name . . .
dressed in rags for you

Failed Haiku Issue 39, March 2019