Baseline: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She’s the baseline, the/
standard by which all are
found/
wanting. Now I am.

Saving Us: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Once she was going/
to drive to me to save us./
I wish she’d let me.

Garden and Boston/
books will go on shelves. The sharp/
cheese I’ll save for me.

Instead of dreaming/
of being in love, why not/
dream of just loving?

When we do what we’re/
told, it’s not friendship that’s put/
aside, but our pride.

The invitation/
I left dangling. I knew not/
how she’d handle me.

Laughing, I thought it/
looked like a place where we had/
enjoyed* us. It was!

*bubbled

How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?

Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?

She thinks I’ve not known,/
or, knowing, don’t care. Both wrong./
She’s been in my prayers.

Miss(ed) Muse: How does it/
feel to know you (Di)ed and left,/
Leaving me alone?