You still
kill
me
every time
I
surf by,
and sigh,
and wish I
was still
seeing your face
at the base
of Rainier’s hill.

You are now the muse,/
for whom I’ve written the most,/
and heard from the least.

If you hadn’t forgotten your phone
you would have received these haiku poems.
But I doubt your daughter wants to see
what I write to you, and you write to me.

Can I change my mind/
and say “Never Mind” to my/
former “Never Mind”?

Ending suddenly/
and completely means her child/
didn’t much like me.

“Never mind”. For the/
first time, I’m the one who feels/
ignored, cheap and used.

I came at Christmastime bearing gifts,
not of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
but instead of contemplation,
intelligence and mirth.

My offering was time:
the chance to step away
from the duties, the struggle
of her day-to-day.

I thought my kindnesses
would somehow extend
needed emotional relief;
a heart-felt helping hand.

But gifts that ignore another’s deeper need
are simply signs of my self-centeredness and greed.

The purpose
of ignoring housekeeping
is not passion,
but gentle sleeping.

If we’re not together curled,
in gentle slumber entwined,
then we should be at some cafe’,
getting wined and dined.

Or if Mother Nature
is what you like,
we should be out
taking a hike.

To check into a room and awake alone
is not what I want. I’ll just stay home.

It has been five days./
If he’s still with you, good luck!/
If he’s not, call me!

Over 50 years/
of insecure fears/
about females/
assailed/
me./
Finally I can c/
how I’m meant 2b./
My confidence/
surprised her./
But am I, dense,/
now a Womanizer?