Why She Keeps Asking: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament

She keeps asking if/
I want to end us. I, at/
last, understand why.

I Get Office Mold: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

I never get glad/
photos of her smile. Instead/
I get office mold.

When she stops writing,/
calling, and longing, someone/
else has filled her needs.

Someone else got her/
vaunted Saturday slot. I’m/
surprised how quickly.

I’ve heard of “OOPS!”:/
Photo-texts not for your eyes./
At least she’s happy

I don’t have to act like
I care what you say.
I just do.

I will talk intelligently…
even gently,
because I am
and I am.

You will laugh
because I’m witty,
funny,
clever,
and insanely
humble.

There is no hurry
to lay you down
if I can hold you,
kiss you tenderly,
and listen to you
and converse.

Pity that
I’m not taller.

I lay, phone in hand./
Anticipation is dumb./
It keeps me awake.

Do you just want some?/
Does it matter who it’s from?/
I just said “yes” first.

As I’m leaving town,/
she’s getting mani-pedI’d/
and her eyebrows waxed.

Forty years later/
I still wonder if Lisa/
would have danced* with me.

OR
*gone
OR
*prommed