She gave him some things to think about.
Before they were certain. Now there was doubt.
So he said goodbye,
And left her to try
To finally figure things out.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Friends’ Nice Advice: Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Haiku
Why do I ask friends/
for advice? What they give is/
never very nice.
Late Night Wishful Thinking: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament
Why does my phone ring?/
It’s midnight! I’m a late night/
verbal booty call.