Haiku by Andrew Vachss

when that last trains leaves
with you its soul passenger
who writes your obit?
 
Tortured far apart
Children of the Secret are
Alone until love
 
The weasel, stalking
Nose to the ground, never hears
Footsteps of the hawk
 
Together we walked
Hand-in-hand as one, until
The road parted us
 
Warrior, heed this
When you battle with demons
Aim not at their hearts
 
When winter vanished
I searched, only to find you
Missing and presumed
 
Children know the truth
Love is not an emotion
Love is behavior
 
If love would die
Along with death
This life wouldn't be so hard

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