Tag: haiku

Things in my pockets;
Wallet, keys. Phone, travelcard.
A picture of her.

Onion, pepper, oil

and heat. The still point of calm;

I am in control.

A quiet house, and bed.
I fall into the warm space
she has left for me.

Sunset in Soho.
Revellers toast the days end;
My work awaits me.

Sun’s up in Soho.
The streets are still and empty.
I walk home alone.