Ambivalence Versus Fear: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

What if she is not/
ambivalent? What if she/
is just scared? Like me?

Battered Suitcase: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

The suitcase she gave/
me is all busted up, like/
our relationship.

Strands of color/
framed her auburn hair .
and golden face /
and I knew not where
the rainbow ended and/
she began.

She said “love” in a/
sentence about me. Now she’s/
asking to see me.

Remember that smooth/

white brick I’d bring you? Now that/

you don’t read, I won’t.

Remember that sharp/

cheddar I’d bring you? Now that/

you don’t read, I won’t.

A few miles away/
is a woman I’d walk-talk/
with under the moon.

Amidst the ice, snow/
and cold, someone left me a/
heart. I wonder who?

She couldn’t wait for/
me to love her the way I/
need to, so I can’t.

Is it exciting/
to get excited about/
being excited?

Hearing her cry at/
the end turned it into a/
horrific event.