Salvaged Haiku

Going through a rubbish bin of trinkets and tidbits I found a haiku that she had written for me. We were going out, I had obviously slept in (I didn't have a job when we were going out) and she had left early for work. It was written in sticky black ink on the ripped out corner of a newspaper.

It goes on and on
And then it’s over
good morning my love