Missing Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

She spends her time in/
my blog*, reading. I’d prefer/
she spend time with me.

OR
*with/
my poems

What If I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I was called Clark Kent/
again. She would not check and/
rip open my shirt.

Why do 70’s/
love songs make me miss her, a/
60s girl, right now?

Did I get* what I/
wanted or give her what she’d/
never known about**?

*take
**had before

I’d have thought that a/
Father’s Day wish from her was/
not an afterthought.

Thank goodness for dumb/
texting mistakes or I would/
never hear from her.

She doesn’t write me/
for a month, and then wishes/
me to be happy?
OR
She is silent for a/
a month, and then wishes me/
Happy Father’s Day?

She texted me by/
mistake. It was just enough/
to make my heart break.

She was the mother/
of my Muse, but I’ve been the/
father of nothing.

When you eat dinner/
hiding from thumbnail moons, you/
know that* it still hurts.
OR
*feel how