funds for that last mealA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
funds for that last meal
like a
certain severance pay that torn loose leaf
note you left on the marred
dining room table found me still setting
places for you and me
etiquette be damned i wanted to put three
knives by your plate so you could just cut my
heart out relieving me of the pain
of entree
the too salty walking
out you tended to too often
do without asking to be
excused your sullen demeanor just rose and left,
i was still seasoning my
emotions trying to make tasty
impressions you were driving away, and driving me mad
now your memory is in
the freezer a leftover i refuse to
throw away
and i still set the
table for two in my mind, the candlelight dinner will never have a last
flicker
i can't snuff the pain and i still have lots of
room for dessert.
thank god, for spoons. and napkins.
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12 Reviews Added on January 28, 2017 Last Updated on February 4, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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