Dinner Party - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
A dinner party is a terrific idea!
You bring pictures from your vacation;
I have some gifts for you from mine,
We’ll all have a nice dinner
Perhaps even sip a little wine.
They arrived two hours later
Than was originally planned;
Still she had the hope
It would turn out just grand.
But nothing was really right;
Was uncomfortable from the start
When suddenly it all ended
In a rush and a quick parting.
Now, night after night
From an aching heart so deep
She tosses and turns and
Continues to weep.
And to grieve
For those who only pretended to care,
Who just wanted to be off elsewhere;
Because for her, the awful sting
And hurt of it, didn’t at all end there.
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