I sat
Table set
Her late
for date
She came
Soup came
Talk flamed
Soup good
Entree
She said
Problem lies
in bed
Main meal
She reveals
I’m heel
Big deal
Drinks round
Table pound
Curse slur
From her
For desert
Her hurt
Expressed curt
Wants shirt
Stands up
Stamps out
What’s all
this about?
I know
I’m great
Super man
Super mate
Get home
Her stuff
All gone
Enough’s enough
I call
Mobile phone
No answer
She’s done
Oh oh
Really gone?
This time
I’m alone
Misery me
Don’t deserve
This treatment
What nerve!
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Oh no, the restaurant break up! That’s not fun!
Thank you for joining and writing to the prompt.
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I like how you have written this…like staccato beats. Just yesterday I had responded to a comment and said restaurants are places for breakups and makeups. This sort of complements my poem.
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You and I both walked into the same restaurant, but the stories and outcomes were quite different – as should be the case.
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I know that I should feel sad about a break-up poem, but you write it in such a way that I can’t help smile. It’s quirky and fun, the type of poetry I like best.
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I was trying to have a bit of fun at the expense of some men I see who stupidly take their loving partners for granted – so I am pleased to know it gave you a smile.
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I’m glad it wasn’t autobiographical!
Great rhythm! It works really well. 🙂
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