My son and daughter /
are dancing with death. I don’t/
care who i dance with.

May I call someone/
in pain? A friend who, sad, needs/
some listening ears?

A sunday morning mourning haiku/
for you:

My friends’ long silence/
means they’re busy … or in pain./
I would like to know.

If you think you are/
obsessed with me, then what am/
I, thinking of thee?

Oh thou beauty,
white laced,/
moving with music/
and drink-fueled grace,/
willst thou, post dance party,/
even still remember me,/
or yet seek kindly my face?

The answer, texted back, was iconic in its simplicity:
“No”

REALLY!?! You had a/
good feeling about HIM?!? Ha!/
Thank you for the laugh!

My friends’ long silence/
means they’re busy … or in pain./
I would like to know.

When you decide you’ve/
still got it creatively,/
then you can call me.

I have an internal debate./
Should I wait/
2 call U,/
or enthrall U/
with the flame and fire/
of long pasta desires?/
Because romance al Dante/
is what U want, hey?