I am aware that
not every smile I get
is a connection.

Well, it is a connection too. Just not the one we are all talking and thinking about. But it is refreshing like a cool drink to share a smile in passing with a friendly face.

Sometimes I look back and see a person is still smiling after we have already passed. Maybe it is contagious.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and just-say-cheese-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you’re struck senseless by grinning contagion, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those happy-smiling-syllables for all eternity.

I can think of ten
reasons you should walk with me.
Like, it’s gluten free.

It can be in a park, along the waterfront, or a mountain day hike…
Hell, it could be six laps around the Costco parking lot. – I don’t care.

As long as we can be together, and I can see your smile, I would be content.

Maybe we could hold hands too.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hopefully-hand-holding-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you walk anywhere, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those endorphin-enhancing-syllables for all eternity.

“I’ll always love you.”
“We will be friends forever.”
Ex-lover’s ‘true’ lies.

I call them ‘true lies’ because I think we really believe these words when we hear them, or really mean them if we say them.

We want to always be friends, and hold that special time and feeling safe and unmarred forever. We believe that we can accept a break up, or uncoupling with dignity and good feelings, and that the once loved story can be preserved.

But, that rarely happens, right? Rarely, and not never. But not often either.

The pain of rejection, the deep loss and emptiness left in the wake of splitting is often too much. We barely can catch our breath and keep down our lunches at that time, let alone chatting casually with our ‘former’ about their new love or happinesses.

And sometimes despite the broken promises, it is better. We are better off than we feel. We need to take the lessons learned and move on, and try to keep the good memories as markers of what was good, and the problems as guides the next time we find a real keeper.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and lovingly-lieful-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you say, think, or do anything, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve those beautifully terrible words uttered with the best of intentions for all eternity.

“Except for my flaws,
I’m nearly perfect.” She said.
(Call me ‘Imperfect’.)

Who is perfect? Not me for sure. Unless you discount my weaknesses and failings. Then I am made of pure gold.

Just because I don’t scare you away with my ‘total disclosure’ approach doesn’t mean my emotional closet doesn’t have a few spiders and dirt in one of the corners. Luckily they are only house spiders and look frightening, but really aren’t.

The key is to accept others, and ourselves, as mixed baskets of personal qualities. Not every quality or habit we have appeals to every one, but on the whole the good virtues outweigh the imperfections.

I hope. 😉

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and perfectly-imperfect-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you chase away those spiders, email the link to Lovelorn Poets.  We’ll preserve your words of disclosure (as well as those closeted bits) for all eternity.

They did not notice
the cold wind or the hard rain.
Just water and waves.

Two figures pressed together at the water’s edge, hands clasped tightly and bracing against the wind.

Their eyes seemed focused farther off, following the ships. Sailing in, or away, away. And they cannot see the storm clouds just above them, or feel a thin sheet of hail that sweeps over them, and then past them.

They can only see dancing lights across the water, across the bay, like flashing gems or jumping fish under the sun’s rays, like golden fingers, spread apart by the clouds.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hand-holding-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you venture out into the storm, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. Though rain, sleet, and driving snow we’ll preserve those watery words for all eternity (we’ll happily take warm, sunny days, too).