Crying, Empty, Over Love Songs: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Only I could cry/
about a love song when there’s/
no one there to love.

Enjoying Fruits Of The Land: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

During harvest time/
he wondered how his cheese would/
taste with her peaches.

It’s sad when you know/
this is finito and she/
talks with some new guy.

I miss you. A lot./
How or why i do doesn’t/
matter much, does it?

I miss you. I miss/
your voice. How or why doesn’t/
matter much, does it?

It’s not seizing the /
day that gets me through it, but/
avoiding the pain.

OR
I avoid the pain.

When pain like this rips/
my heart apart sometimes there/
are just no words left.

It is time to leave./
What direction? I dont know./
We must start somewhere.

I once built a cairn./
She knocked it down. Now I’ve fixed/
a sculpture of sticks.

Ice-watered veins and/
closed-up hearts are ultimate/
leaving languages.

I just wanted you
To want me regardless of
Opportunities.