Being A We: Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku

It’s weird to learn she/
doesn’t want to be “We”. I/
didn’t know we were.

OR
It’s weird to learn he/
Facebooked that they are “we”. She/
didn’t know they were.

Independence Day, Part Two: Romantic Blogging Haiku

The funny thing was/
she’d already taken her/
Freedom. He gave naught.

Freedom. He gave Nichts.

He gave in to her/
wish, and gifted freedom for/
Independence Day.

My best friend told me:/
“If I was you, I’d kill me.”/
He doesn’t see joy.

Strange how memory/
is stronger around heartache./
Remember joy, too.

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

Just because we may/
never meet again won’t stop/
my intensity.

Eight poems. One view each./
Some one person has read me./
Will she ever call?

*oops. It wasn’t “her”.

I recyle waste:/
Beer cans. Coke bottles. Not mine,/
but the world’s better.