some haiku

there is nothing here;
no warm familiar faces,
in winter city







i stare through the grime
of a dirty bus window.
all the world is gray.




all the birds are gone
but the noisy, raucous, gulls.
they shriek in triumph.



you pull me to you
like the full moon pulls the tide.
i am overcome.




I think i love you
more than i reasonably should.
I'm okay with that.