25/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
This isn’t my favourite food.
It’s not even in my top ten.
But every year I eat it
Because it makes me think of you.
We came here so long ago
On our perfect second date
After the first one was disastrous
And you begged for another chance.
We ate and talked and laughed and drank
And wiled away the hours.
Before we knew any time had passed
We were being ushered out the door.
The years, they were good to us,
With many a happy time.
That’s not to say there weren’t tears
And angry words besides.
But this year, I ate alone
At a table meant for two.
The waiter didn’t clear your place
But put a rose across your plate instead.
The owner has waived the bill
In honour of our love
And asked if I’ll be back next year,
But all I could do was cry.
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