What INFJ’s Do: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He’d decided that/
he was too old, short and limp/
for her. Quick fini.

To My Daughter Visiting Her Grandpa’s Gravesite: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

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

Will I bring a chair?/
NO! I’ll dance, swear: “My heart of/
rock and roll still beats.”

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

She walks, laced and bare-/
(footed), smoothly, through his dreams./
He’s saturated.

I could write her a/
story, but I would not/
post it publically.

I’m already thrilled/
about a Swiss rendezvous/
we haven’t had yet.

She wonders where her/
past choices have gotten her./
He smiles and stands up.

In the midst of my/
confusion, I’m listening,/
then doing His will.

She has pics of her/
old love. She didn’t intend/
to find me. Now what?!?