A Study In Early Morning Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Laments

I’m starting to write in sets. As with yesterday’s collection, this morning group of haiku starts with the earliest first, spread over a couple of hours.

Sunday, Oct. 28, 4:17 a.m.
Response To A Late Text

I sleep early to/
ease my pain, so I’m sorry/
if I don’t answer.
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4:19 a.m.
Am I Angry?

It was never an/
anger, just a hurt caused by/
the constant silence.
OR
I’m never angry,/
just feeling hurt again by/
your constant silence.
OR
I’m rarely angry./
I’m feeling confused again/
by distant silence.
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4:43 a.m.
Finally Getting An Oldie

There’s a song that says:/
“I haven’t got time for the/
pain.” Now I get it.
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4:49 a.m.
Full Moon Alone

Does she care what it’s/
like to see a full moon with/
no one to share it?
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5 a.m.
Gooey Realization

I just realized:/
The warm goo inside of you/
is not there from me.
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5:13 a.m.
How Warm Feelings Are Lost

I shouldn’t have told/
you that I felt warm goo, too./
Silence vanished it.
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About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.