“Call me Alex.”
Now onto this haiku:
it and sees nothing.”
I can pull so much from this, but… This is what I have tapping at the forefront of my brain: that thing that went awry, was in the presence of light, at the window, the girl… longing to know the cause of the in-the-moment doubt, bust that badboy open thinking she could find the cause.
But, it’s all in her head?
Am I reaching? I am reaching, aren’t I? I hope I am not, though. Also, is this a funeral? Is that a casket? I feel like there are so many not quite right things in the photo or in her presence and she knows it too.