Friendship’s potential / stolen from me and others / by the thief of days.

Friendship's potential / stolen from me and others / by the thief of days.  // haiku - micropoetry - haikumages

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

This entry was published on 2016/02/01 at 3:15 pm. It’s filed under Death, Feelings, Friends, Haiku, Life+Wisdom, Spiritual, Winter and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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