The Dinner Poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos

Serve the cappeletti but not the spaghetti.
Serve the cappuccino but not the coffee.
Serve nothing but yourself because I do not like caprices.
Delight me with bona fide prices.

I await for him to come but do I or should I?
The dinner I had been waiting for served in my head's Petallani's.
An hour or so I had been waiting, is he really coming?
Thinking of him not going makes my heart crying.

The food is cold, the cappuccino is warm.
Clearly, I had been waiting for a very long time.
Is it just me or am I about to cry?
For the nth time, I was denied.

The dinner is over for me.
I packed up my things and paid for my bill.
I stood up teary-eyed with nothing in my heart
But all of me is really tired.

I should have seen it coming.
He was never been mine and I was never his
But there is nothing wrong in trying.
The dinner I have dreamt of is nothing but misery.