Haiku about concentrating while infatuated.

Attempted to write
So I could stop feeling struck
And start feeling whole

Burgeoning, brooding
Background noise drowns out my thoughts
I cannot connect

Detached from feeling
Perforated edges rip
Me along the seams

Alone used to hurt
I keep myself company
A book or two helps

A phone call from mom
Not worried, her voice soothes the
Burgeoning, brooding

I hang up the phone
Lying on my bed restless
With no place to go

Watching ashes float
In an old cup of coffee
Sitting on my desk

I should clean my room
But I can’t concentrate. Fuck!
Watching ashes sink

My hands might be chapped
And the dishes need doing
The plants need water

And I need water
To quench the thirst of ages-
A drink by his side

Burgeoning, brooding
I know I should get up now
But I watch ashes

And think about him
Today’s only lucid thought
Is of his laughter


which echoes through me
and sits on my surface. Like
ashes in coffee.