Why Does It Matter? Romantic Improv Blogging Haiku

Sure. Why not. Why does/
it matter? Why should I care?/
No one else seems to.

Getting Ready: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

It will be a strange/
day when I am ready at/
last and she is not.
Or
Will she feel strange and/
odd when I’m at last ready,/
but she is not close?

I so often will/
substitute “she” for “you”, but/
she* knows who I mean.

*you know

Having not heard from/
you and then fin’lly hearing,/
I’m glad you’re not dead.

Now that I have left/
my tracks all over your phone,/
I just feel foolish.

How can I tell you/
I’m happy just being Dave/
when that is a lie?

As I suspected,/
leaving you a message left/
insufficient time.

Deep words that expose/
my heart and soul are not to/
be left openly.

I can’t call you,/
text you,/
or write you,/
so I compose/
dozens/
of poems/
about you./

That has to/
suffice/
when I don’t hear/
from you.

My brain’s gone into /
hyperdrive mode. I can’t stop/
thinking about *you.

*her.