I.
through a glass darkly the morning light meanders until we see You
II.
I knit you this shroud From hairs that fell from my head For fifty-odd years
III.
I wish I could reach it The place your sadness resides High in the mountains
IV.

I am psychotic. And so are you. Did you know? But you more than I.
Love these!
“The place your sadness resides” 🥹 My favorite one. It just feels so relatable. This makes me want to write some haikus again!