Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.
No Invite, No Wait, Alone: Haiku
OR
we’ll end up alone.
Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.
When she has her own
Oasis and it’s not you,
Another man’s voice
droans through her headphones. There’s no
time for pillow talk.
She’s got nothin’ to say.
In my loneliness I can tell,
I’m under her spell,
But her checkmark is grey.*
[*Facebook instant messenger has a blue check when the message is read, a grey check when it hasn’t been read.]
Late at night I find/
myself wondering which path/
to take to reach her.
One should not be in/
love, in the next room, playing/
romantic music.
Introduce your love/
to Shakespeare with care! Pick plays/
sans pedantic speech.
She casts long shadows/
on my Facebook photos, so/
I’ll friend her at last.
Every time I say/
goodnight, I’m one step closer/
to saying hello.
You’re the dreams
I didn’t know I had.