Haiku: She would have wanted

You've left me alone

But the world keeps on spinning

I am bleeding endlessly.

And I don’t know what to do.

I forget the color of your eyes

And the smell of your mountain breath.

I dream of him less than I used to – 

But our story always starts the same. 

I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover, 

So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go. 

It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.

I sit my sadness on the willow tree.

And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;

Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees.