Try To Keep Up No Contest: Haiku Lament

He once responded:

“Try to keep up!”, but now hopes:

“It’s not a contest.”

Second Guessed Stop: Haiku Lament

When you start to get /

second guessed about all you/

do, you stop doing.

You’re gone. I’m left here,
ashamed, knowing in your pain,
I avoided you.

If face masks can’t stop
the stench of six smokes, how can
they stop viruses?

You know what to do?
Then run the plot line and just
leave out the fight scenes.

When you expect to
do what you’re supposed to do,
you must keep going.

She begs: “Take me to
It’ly!” I do. She then sits,
alone, with her phone.

Art inspires art when
I take time to read and feel.
Theirs moves my home views.

My self-pity haiku a week before Christmas:

When you tried hard to/

avoid “Cat’s in the Cradle”/

yet they’re distant? Weep.

When you miss the point
and argue minutiae, I’ll
avoid discussions.