haiku poem

i stood by the open casement
he's gone
tell me not
eighty years have passed, and more
i reside at table mountain
daughters of time
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
for these white arms about my neck
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
passing through huddled and ugly walls
see, from this counterfeit of him
last midnight
the sun is up
in and of itself