Pour a Glass and Wait
There’s nothing to wait for anymore
I buy his favorite wine
And wait
I drink the white wine that I like best
Put cheese and crackers on a plate
His chair is empty
I watch the door
The threshold he will cross
No more
His favorite soda is kept
In my house
Snug between the juice and the milk
The only drink here
That never runs out
But sits waiting
Like I do
I don’t have the heart to say
He’s never coming back
For you.
About the Creator
Crystal Jackson
Crystal Jackson is a former therapist turned author. Her work has been featured on Medium, Elite Daily, NewsBreak, Your Tango, and The Good Men Project. She is the author of the Heart of Madison series and 3 volumes of poetry.
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