What a broken and/
bruised heart often needs most is/
tender, gentle touch.

Was I that awful/
of a date with crepes that you/
couldn’t say ‘No, thanks’?

If I lay awake/
at 4 a.m. and think of /
you, are you cut out?

Creative juices/
flow regardless of time and/
distance, when allowed.

OR (an alternative from a friend: a “regular” poem because she was getting tired: We were arguing about if we could keep being creative.)
Creative juices/
flow regardless of time /
but can turn into sludge/
on a dime.

Why rent out space in/
your brain to one who doesn’t/
like you? That’s insane!

Standing in the halls/
of dimly-lit museums,/
she was more than art.

Feng Shui rules to keep/
good vibes in the house help men/
put down toilet seats.

A friend posted a photo in Facebook, showing a woman holding a sign: “What you want in your life wants you!”, which inspired this haiku:
Is it also true
that WHO you want in your life
wants to be with you?

My relationship bellwhether/
is still she/
who would have/
given me/
the passion, desire,/
inspired fire,/
and ecstasy/
I craved/
so many years ago./
She would have saved/
me from the hurt/
of the search,/
but I said no.

Now I wander on the path I take,/
and wonder if I made a mistake.