Memories From Damp Towels: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I pull out towels,/
still damp, and catch her sweet scent./
My tear’d moisture flows.

I pull out towels,/
still damp. I catch her sweet scent and/
add my tear’d moisture.

Likes Me No More: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament

She no longer likes/
me. I know: she no longer/
reads my poetry.

“Good morning, keeper!”/
was all the message I hear./
I burst into tears.

Does anyone e’r/
reach the point that they don’t make/
mistakes they regret?

Creativity/
sometimes brings huge amounts of /
great stupidity.

It’s funny how we/
write with intensity, but/
then just disappear.

You have a baby /
in your car and almost hit /
me. PLEASE! Stop texting!

Shoppers’ bags say “Joy!”/
So why is no one smiling?/
Except me. I grin.

Being with you is/
not a gift taken from you, /
but a gift I give.

Some pain can happen./
But the risks we take by not/
playing are much worse.