Hearing You’re Not Dead: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Having not heard from/
you and then fin’lly hearing,/
I’m glad you’re not dead.

Leaving Tracks Over Your Phone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Now that I have left/
my tracks all over your phone,/
I just feel foolish.

How can I tell you/
I’m happy just being Dave/
when that is a lie?

As I suspected,/
leaving you a message left/
insufficient time.

Deep words that expose/
my heart and soul are not to/
be left openly.

Sometimes you just need/
to get out to discover/
you need to get out.

I can’t call you,/
text you,/
or write you,/
so I compose/
dozens/
of poems/
about you./

That has to/
suffice/
when I don’t hear/
from you.

My brain’s gone into /
hyperdrive mode. I can’t stop/
thinking about *you.

*her.

I once stood at a/
fork in the road and You asked:/
“Y?”. Now it’s my turn.

She won’t call, so I/
can’t invite her to the ball/
I was going to.