Laying on the grass/
near her house, I learned I don’t/
know what her needs are.

OR
I lay on the grass.
Like sunshine, wisdom’s revealed!
I don’t get women!

Thanks to Editor-San for correcting my imperfect Haiku)

There’s a fine line/
between caring and stalking./
I’d like to find it.

I’m sorry what you/
read hurts your heart. It’s made up./
Your silence isn’t.

I never even/
thought her ‘other plans’ could mean/
Vegas without me.

After all the deep,/
tender times we shared, her last/
words were: “Cash the check.”

This is the third May/
someone I cared for pushed me/
away. I don’t learn.

OR
3 strike rule.

OR
Third May Day Warning.

Since you know how much/
I care, but don’t care to let/
me know, you don’t care.

You liked me enough/
to woo me and do me, but/
not to let me care.

Congratulations!/
You have successfully shut/
me out of your life.

From 3:15 to 5:49 a.m. Sunday morning, I obviously wasn’t sleeping very well, as I write 9 poems/haiku … and didn’t get much sleep!
Here’s the first.

In silence she still/
suffers. Her silence makes him /
suffer even still.