A well thought out evening
A luxury lavender soak
I lay back and inhale
relaxed and happy
I get dressed
silky stockings of course
revealing dress
black pointy heels
I do this for me
This is who I am
I embrace all things
silky and sexy
My favorite cozy spot
A cider and pizza ordered
I sit back and take in this moment
I reflect...
"Perfect" Ed Sheeran
a slice of pizza
and tears
sipping my liquid comfort
Asking for the bill
I am sobbing
you are not here
I am alone
The one who used to call me
his perfect love
has left me all alone
dinner for one was not part of the plan.
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Author:
Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2019 01:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Dinner for one can be so sad.
Oh, it is dreadful at times, other times I love the time alone...
Ooohh, just give us a call, and I'll pop round! Then you won't be alone. I might swoon though, if you're 'silky and sexy'! lol.
Ha Ha...love your response to this.
Firmly entrenched as a singleton now mealtimes are no occasion at all.
The ceremony of high dining would be enjoyable no doubt but looking at the long game.... is it ever worth it..... a step in the direction of eventually finding out t hey weren't the one anyway. (me in pessimistic mode)
Oh, yes absolutely...it is the better side of things.
Oh - sighs after reading these words dear Alta. -A tale so well told and if from experience a heart-rending account as well.
Thank you lovely, Fay.
Better to dine alone, Ally, than dine with the devil.
Ex animo, Alan
Absolutely Alan. x
No one aint not gonna like this... I know I do..
Ah, thanks Neville.
What I find most sad in this poem is how that self-assured, relaxed and happy, silky and sexy woman turns into a teary and lonely creature. Well written Alta.
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