Two Half Empty Wine Glasses
Two empty wine glasses and candles so romantic
The residue of shared love, oh passion’s sight
A dozen roses in a vase with a thank you card
That’s not my name and I wasn’t here last night
She told me that she didn’t feel like company
She said last night she wanted to be alone
I sat there like the fool I was all evening
Hoping she might change her mind and phone
Next morning I thought I’d make it special
I brought sweet croissants, fresh coffee just for two
I used the key so long ago she gave me
Sadly much too late I realized we were through
For two glasses and the candles told her story
So did the two bodies sleeping in her bed
I softly whispered goodbye as I was leaving
Oh Lord I wonder what it’s like to wake up dead…
Love & hugs
~hugs~
Karen
it was long ago..
Excellent write, but is sad.......
Thanks
Dan
Love Tinka
You sure have a way with words!
Loved it!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love&hugs, Rhonda
Marcia
Sad, but awesome write, my friend. I love your stories in poetry form. What a wonderful talent you have!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Thank youdear Cuz, Love Rose XO
Love,
CJ
If you wonder how is to wake up dead...try a night of Tequila in Acapulco with a fiery señorita for company. oh brother!!!!!!
Georg
WOw! this type of let down can be devastating to anyone. Sometimes I just have to ask the question; They shoot horses don't they?