The Anniversary
By: Michael Vanderhoof
I stare at polished silver, and a feast that’s so divine,
A bounty at this table, and two glasses filled with wine.
Everything is perfect, with flowers at the table,
A quarter past the hour, and I’m feeling quite unstable.
I pace the floor and move around, it’s getting rather late,
I’m trying to keep busy, as I wait here for my date.
Now the anger it engulfs me, I toss the table on its side,
I smash the chairs, they break in two, a scene I cannot hide.
I toss around the furniture, and I break things on the wall,
I continue this behavior in all rooms and down the hall.
The anger and the pain are so much more than I can handle,
My tears are ever flowing, as I light a single candle.
The pain is never ending, as I sit alone here in the room,
I wish to feel her presence, or the scent of her perfume.
This anniversary I will remember, like the one the year before.
I will put myself through agony, till her spirit walks through my door.