Twoku: The book of friendship / many chapters unwritten / my co-author died.
Threeku: First, last exchanges / with a recent friend, now made / precious by her death.
Fourku: Now I’ll never know / what kind of friend she might be / because she is gone.
Fiveku: Unfinished friendship / only recently begun / ended suddenly.
Today I learned that someone I “met” through friends online (via Instagram and Facebook) with similar interests (photography, the Hipstamatic camera app, art, etc.), had died. I didn’t really know her, but she seemed nice. My sadness was because the possibility of knowing her had been robbed from me. I might have known her better one day, I might have become good friends with her, or not. I will never know.
Five haiku/senryu poems poured out of me as a result…
– the Haikook