Taking A Chance On Serious: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku Lament

I took a big chance./
Thinking she was serious,/
I wrote lots. She’s not.

Charging For Hugs: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament

I wonder how much the/
women on the boulevard /
charge for a good hug.

Her late night text said: /
“I want you.” I was happy./
Then I learned: Wrong guy.

Since she truly likes/
me, then that must mean I am/
all sorts of groovy.

OR
It doesn’t matter/
if she likes me. I am still/
all sorts of groovy.

OR
Naturally she digs/
me. How couldn’t she? I am/
all sorts of groovy!

She’d never told him/
of her feelings each time he/
entered her life. “WORD(s)!”

My emotions pour./
Unexpectedly, like a/
full moon dancing heart.

How to respond to/
me and my deep poetry?/
Simply say: “OK!”

How could you respond/
to me and my poetry?/
Simply say: “OK!

When you say goodbye,/
finally, although it first/
hurts, it’s a relief./

Why waste worrying/
about people who don’t care/
that you are concerned?

Little do they know:/
When women go on mountain/
get-aways, they leave.