Writing Words Of Comfort: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I thought perhaps my/
words could enfold and comfort/
her in her pained grief.

Am I Enough? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She may think that I/
am “enough,” but what if I/
don’t think I am yet?

I can stand and look/
at the old photos and be/
sports history, too.
Or
I’ll look at the old/
photos and be part of their/
sports history, too.

If I knew her, I/
would give her a hug. I don’t,/
so I’ll pray for her.

It seems my life is/
filled with finding weird things*. Street/
vendor dinner? Si!!!
OR
… finding the unexpected,/
like midnight vendors.

Some random kid was
waving frantically at the/
train, so I waved back.

What if you miss your/
train because the clock at the/
train station was slow?

Part of me wants to/
see the scenery but the/
train rocks me to sleep.
OR
Part of me wants to/
see passing scenery but/
I fall right to sleep.

Death’s just a gate, but/
to we who must wait, it’s a/
wall we wet with tears.

It’s her birthday. All/
I want to gift her is my/
changed and reformed life.