A Haiku

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

We run back to your house,

The lights are still on,

And they cover your freckled face,

Like it's the sun.

The grass brushes our feet,

And the wind catches in your hair,

We sit out on the sand,

The fog covers the sky,

And blankets the world,

Like a shield. 

The waves nip at our feet,

The water's cold

But I'm warm because you hold my hand,