Wasted Effort: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

It is silly to/
shop at stores that don’t carry/
what you’re looking for.

Now What? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She sat on the couch/
with me, smiled, and said: “Maybe!”/
Do I wait? Or ask?

I stand, trying to/
give up my sin, alone. I/
should give it to Him.

Service calls to us/
in different types and times./
We must be ready.

There are no books which/
are spiritual. We must/
ponder, apply, do.

“It is finished!” was/
not a sad quitter’s cry, but/
a shout of triumph.

Why dread leaving me?/
That gives me one less woman/
to worry about.

He knows they should talk./
He’s afraid. She always had/
that late night effect.

I read where she’d sit/
if she’d come to it but she/
won’t. I feel like shit.

If you were for sale,/
though ambivalent, I would /
not buy into you.