No seat is empty
Except the one beside mine
Poor heart so empty


The train move so fast
Breaking my sole emptiness
Except it can not


As you are not here
But your vague shadow is
Imaginable


Tremendously sad
Our broken promises and dreams
Almost empty now


So what is empty
If sadness fails to fill it
This, I shall answer


A little pain here
Pure loneliness, my dear friend
Everyone’s fear



What I can not avoided when writing haikus is counting the syllables using my fingers. It may cause fatigue on my hand as I’ve to rewrite it many times. Haikus is fun but sometimes it’s hard to achieve both sharp meanings and obeyed rules.