Things to do before I'm 30 - haiku

I made a spreadsheet
Of some colour coded dreams
Imprisoned in cells.

Forget about her

Stroke her face gently with your sad finger,
press your lips on hers, hard but also soft,
and stare into her unblinking black eyes -
If they are windows to the soul then she
quite clearly does not have one anymore.
Weigh her in your hand, feel scratchy features
come off slightly on your freezing pink skin.
The sea calls her back but you are not ready.
Scan the horizon, plot trajectory,
contemplate the time you spent together,
try to smile, if you can, but if not
don't worry, just plant your feet in the sand
and throw the stone with her face painted on
as far out to sea as you possibly can.

Whisper this poem on a summer day

Bright blue
Leaf like
Life like
Shapes brush each other
Through a sky of green.

Inhale grass cut rustically
Breathe silence.

Distant cars trying to be heard
On the cool breeze
Are shushedby the birds.

Rooted to the shade
Close your eyes
fade to sleep.