Ain’t It Good To? No.: Romantic Blogging Haiku Lament

Ain’t it good to know/
you’ve got a friend? No. Not when/
you think you might not.

OR
… No. Not when/
silence says you don’t.

Cold Flagstaff: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament.

Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.

Although we’re now near,/
for as distant as we are/
it could be Texas.

The emptiness that/
fills my ears is only matched /
by my heart’s black hole.

Moonlight memories/
multiply many times for/
me when fully seen.

You may be waking./
It’s selfish to tell aching,/
But I wish I could.

She never has to sleep
alone.
She never has to wonder
what it’s like to slumber,
deep,
untouched,
unwanted,
cold.

She always has an eager,
willing,
warm,
loving companion.

Perhaps I,
too,
should get a dog.

Can you fathom, like/
deep hunger of starvation,/
talk deprivation?

When words stop flowing,/
like when a river dries up,/
a fertile field dies.

I dreamed a dream of/
us together. Since we’re not,/
I’m tres miserable.