Haiku

I think you are my worst enemy 

If I could piece together the right words I might, 

Sing you a song  

Maybe it would be easier to understand 

Flame to finger 

Burn away the remembering 

smoke leaving through windows 

trace of yearning

to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside 

I know you feel it 

There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth 

Of a creature that lurks 

Through the raw October air. 

Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion,