Must I Wait For Snow? Romantic IMprov Haiku

Must I wait ’til it/
snows in Chattanooga to/
kiss someone like you?
Bridget Jones’ Diary Snow Kiss

Dancing With Myself Dislike: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

Have I become too/
old, at last, to want to go/
out dancing weekends?

In your times of grief,/
though I wasn’t there, you were/
always in my prayers.

You trash me because/
I won’t be your Facebook friend?/
I thought I meant more.

Walking the aisles/
of Wal-Mart, she vanished, and /
there was no roll-back.

Church can ask a lot/
of me, but The Savior can/
never ask too much.

I read what she wrote./
I’ve dreamed one would write of me/
thusly. None have yet.

She’s ready for me/
once she deletes her wedding/
and honeymoon pics.

He smiles at me from/
her embrace on Facebook. I/
think: “She’s not ready.”