some haikus

.TheLast.
My milkshake straw sinks
our final conversation.
Hers left here,half drank.

.RunOn.
Please just walk away
left limping from our time here.
Once healed will run far.

a haiku about jazz

.GoodForTheSoul.
Chords lightly stammer
notes sucked through saxaphone straw.
Brush strokes tapping foot.