My Words Grow From Your Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

I can’t call you,/
text you,/
or write you,/
so I compose/
dozens/
of poems/
about you./

That has to/
suffice/
when I don’t hear/
from you.

My Hyperactive Brain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

My brain’s gone into /
hyperdrive mode. I can’t stop/
thinking about *you.

*her.

I once stood at a/
fork in the road and You asked:/
“Y?”. Now it’s my turn.

She won’t call, so I/
can’t invite her to the ball/
I was going to.

It was a perfect/
sunset evening until I/
saw the sliver moon.

You told me to go/
away, although I didn’t/
want to. I’ll obey.

You told me to go/
away. Although I didn’t/
want to, I’ll obey.

What I always dreamed/
as a possibility/
is now too distant.

She was the only/
bubble I had to protect/
me from worldly junk.

She was the bubble/
I used to shelter me from/
worldly garbage. Pop!

Of all the things I/
enjoy about you, I like/
how you aMuse me.
OR
how you are my Muse.

I want to be the/
first thing you see each morning,/
your last touch at night.