a marg pizza
steaming hot
sits upon its platter
between a pair of
young lovers occupying
a corner booth
isolated from wandering eyes
of pizza-parlour patrons.
piece by piece
a shared meal;
an engaged conversation;
peeling back layers,
while satisfying hunger.
...
only one month ago
when i'd decided
you were allowed to enter
and now here i sit
not in the booth...
but from where i sit,
i can see it so clearly:
an image so vivid it's almost as though
the couple that now occupies
what was once our own
private love-cave
could be our own bodies.
but it's not that day
and it's not us
and this evening
it's not you on the other side
of a steaming margarita pizza
but rather,
an empty chair
and a wish that it'd be only you
sitting right there.
About the Creator
Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
Comments (1)
Great poem!