Some one-line Haiku – all exactly 17 syllables long. In response to the prompt from Carpe Diem Special #162.
Tall trees lean towards one another in the wind, whispering secrets.
You laid the blame at my feet – an ugly brute, evil and venomous.
I call your number, yearning to hear your voice but you never answer.
You stand at the altar looking beautiful – but I’m not beside you.