Try To Keep Up No Contest: Haiku Lament

He once responded:

“Try to keep up!”, but now hopes:

“It’s not a contest.”

Avoiding Your Pain Shame

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?

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.

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.

A bough seems broken.
Does a weeping oak exist?
Because I now am.

Maybe I was the

small fish in a big pond, but

now I’m just flopping.

Why should I, having
been made partaker of the

Holy Gift, sorrow?