Oh! That I could be there to watch your supernova explode!/
I sometimes wish I could help you carry your load,/
but then I remember you are strong,/
and it’s so obviously wrong/
to merge, uninvited, onto your road.

She hides behind a/
strong woman facade, so she/
can treat men like dirt.

Is she missing me?/
Or just thinking me?
Thots thunk r good from her./
A missing miss is better.
Which am I? /
I wish I knew./
She keeps thots/
under her hat./
Do U?

It’s often a shock/
who steps up to extend His/
love to those who fear.

Inspired to change sun’s/
gleam from dusk, I didn’t know/
dawn’s her fav’rite time.

I am missing my /
IBB. Pity. She is/
witty and pretty.

I have no real hope/
of meeting with you. It’s just/
fun to write haiku!

If you don’t call me/
like you say you will, then it’s /
hard to ask you out.

Am I being ignored?/
Or are U getting bored/
with the possibility/
of meeting up with me?/

Or does it frighten,/
once again,/
your Psyche/
to think U might like me?

How does one get a /
Woman to hang out? Ask her? /
Wait for her request?