The autumn rain beat his back relentlessly as he went to work again; the concrete had lost all its petrichor; instead the air was filled with decay of falling leaves. Memories of smiling summer parties where fading with each time he was left hanging, waiting for an answer from a disconnected line. For the last time he opened his wallet and looked at the symmetric lines of her face; it was time to face reality he held the picture he’d thought precious and sighing he dropped it on the cold concrete.
summer fling
the discarded memory
in autumn blues
I took the picture the other day outside the office, and I thought it had a sadness that is hard to pass.
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October 6, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn, You’re right. It does have a certain sadness about it. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
It’s those discarded memories that bring on the blues.
Blues Café at Dawn
oh my heart…those summer flings are so hard to say goodbye to.
It is interesting to find lost photos.
I’ve seen old wedding albums in antique stores and wonder why they are there and not with some family member.
Oft we think summer filings will last …but autumn brings winter and all that is left is the memory. Heartfelt haibun here.
Excellent.
Poignant —
Beautiful pic; poignant story. k.
This is the blues …
you know….perhaps he will find freedom in finally letting go….
These found moments are wonderful …. Great piece Bjorn.
Wonderful piece,Bjorn…your haiku is touching and in your narrative, I love ” waiting for an answer from a disconnected line.” that says so much!