Empty Joys: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?

OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?

Learning To Be Brave: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I learned why I stay/
up late nights: Not to flirt, but/
to learn to be brave.
Or
… It’s not to flirt, but to learn brav’ry.

Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.

I like when we talk/
because our discussions help/
congeal truthful thoughts*.

OR
*thoughts of truth

Though writing’s painful,/
my musings should make you glad./
It shows we’re growing.

When she said goodbye,/
she said: “That was easy.” I’m/
sad it was for her.

It is such a strange/
role reversal: she’s wanting /
the game more than me.

When I give her what/
she asks for, and she turns it/
down, I’ll stop trying.

When you ask for it,/
I will deliver more. But/
reject it, I quit.