Already Gone
A HaiKu of Empty Halls and Fogged Glass
Breath on the window,
Silent steps in empty halls—
I’m already gone.
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Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
I still remember your haiku. a top one.
Where are you? I've been searching for you for a long time. Very clever!
Evoke strong feeling in just few words. Remind of the wise saying: " you will know the value of someone until you see her chair empty."
It makes everyone who reads it think about the consequences. Wise Words!
So lovely. Touches the heart and so few words make us think 😭♦️👍👌
So heartfelt and straightforward
Death does not have to be sad. Good job.
So much emotion in so few words. Haunting and heartfelt. 🖤🌫️💭