A Study In Early Morning Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Laments

I’m starting to write in sets. As with yesterday’s collection, this morning group of haiku starts with the earliest first, spread over a couple of hours.

Sunday, Oct. 28, 4:17 a.m.
Response To A Late Text
I sleep early to/
ease my pain, so I’m sorry/
if I don’t answer.
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4:19 a.m.
Am I Angry?
It was never an/
anger, just a hurt caused by/
the constant silence.
OR
I’m never angry,/
just feeling hurt again by/
your constant silence.
OR
I’m rarely angry./
I’m feeling confused again/
by distant silence.
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4:43 a.m.
Finally Getting An Oldie
There’s a song that says:/
“I haven’t got time for the/
pain.” Now I get it.
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4:49 a.m.
Full Moon Alone
Does she care what it’s/
like to see a full moon with/
no one to share it?
——–

5 a.m.
Gooey Realization
I just realized:/
The warm goo inside of you/
is not there from me.
———–

5:13 a.m.
How Warm Feelings Are Lost
I shouldn’t have told/
you that I felt warm goo, too./
Silence vanished it.
———–

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A Study In Lonely: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Laments

Usually these would be separate postings, but they all deal with the same emotion and situation, so I thought it’d be interesting to group together. They start with the earliest first, and progress through the period of a couple of days.

Friday, Oct. 26, 18:10 p.m.
So What If The Moon’s Out? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
A week later it/
doesn’t matter if the moon’s/
out. So what? She’s not.
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Friday, Oct. 26, 19:22 p.m.
What Does Your Silence Mean? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
You didn’t call last/
night nor this morn nor today./
Is this your goodbye?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 1:21 a.m.
The Moon’s Still Up: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
The moon is still up./
I am, too. She may be, but/
I’ll never know it.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 5:35 a.m.
I Am Not Old, Dude: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Your old dudes could stay
far away from you but that’s/
something I can’t do.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 5:48 a.m.
Truth Hurts Less: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She could just tell me/
the truth. It would hurt much less/
than me not knowing.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:07 a.m.
From Goo To Nothing: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
She went from goo and/
“I miss you!” to nothing at/
all. That is painful.
Or
…all. What did I do?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:17 a.m.
Loss Of Energy: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
What’s happened to me/
and my vaunted energy?/
Did she pull the plug?
Or
Did God pull the plug?
OR
Did thugs pull the plug?
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:24 a.m.
Mirror, Mirror Breaking: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Sometimes you look in/
a mirror and think you see/
yourself. Then it breaks.
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Saturday, Oct. 27, 6:27 a.m.
Is It Ever Time Wasted? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Is it ever time/
wasted to make up rhymes for/
one who won’t answer?

OR

It’s a waste of my/
time to make up rhymes for one/
who won’t answer me.

It’s Always Your Choice: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

You’re right. The goo has/
gone. The bubble has burst. I’m/
left standing alone.

Goo To Muck: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament

What should have been a/
goo moment was turned into/
muck by poor word choice.

Woo And Goo: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

She can’t tell how hard/
I am trying to goo her /
And woo her again.
Or

She can’t tell how hard/
I ‘m trying to goo her and/
Thus woo her again.

How Cheeseheads Get Wooed: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She says I goo her/
when I woo her. I’m cheesehead/
bred, so she melts me.

Providing Goo: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

What can-should I do/
to undo the guilty you/
and provide hot goo?

To Speak, To: Romantic IMprov Poem

I hope to speak with you again,
to assuage your worries,
to calm your fears,
to unravel your confusion,
to illuminate your path,
to enfold your shoulder,
to hold your hand.
to provide the goo
so desired by you.

Pretty Is … : Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Someone I’d like to wake up to,/
tho covered in goo,/
is very pretty/
to me!/

Tho her hair’s out of place,/
the peace on her face/
radiates./
She looks great.

Grandma Goo: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

I’m goo’d. She doesn’t/
know. Her trip photos show her/
love as a Grandma.