How I Learned To Build Walls: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

My walls now go up/
quickly. I’ve learned how to build /
them from a master.

Ready Or… NOT! Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

She’s not ready. I /
thought she’d be. Maybe she’s just/
not ready for me.

I’ve not çaved before.
It’s dark, lonely, yet peaceful.
Please leave me alone.

Please come and get me.

My friend saw my life,/
and said: “Had I your life, I’d/
kill myself.” Ooooookkaaaaaaayyyyyy!?!

OR
Okay.

When my friends need me,/
I’m always there. When they don’t/
I just disappear.

I did not see them
When I shot the video
Of thousands of flags
In a Utah field,
Each representing
a lost 9/11 victim.

But when I was editing,
They were there.
Ghosts.
Shadows dancing in and out
Of the flags.

Wives.
Fathers.
Sons.
Daughters.
Husbands.
Mothers.
First responders.

People.
Laughing.
Crying.
Holding.
Walking.
Talking.

Those who were remembering
Became they who must
be remembered.

We must be ghosts
To each other,
To haunt ourselves
into remembering,
so we never forget.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZWz2qyvelI]

Video of Flags at Sandy Utah’s “Healing Field” 9/11 Memorial

After a long time/
of amazing unity,/
why’s she still looking?

OR
After two decades/
of amazing unity,/
why was I looking?

I don’t know how to/
say I’m sorry for wanting /
to see you too much.

It’s up and down and
up and down and up and down
and still I’m waiting.

I wait for her to
Wake, to reach out, to want me
More than I need her.