melancholy is sweet also

the first time
we went out to dinner
(we properly that is)
I ordered a salad
because it was the thing to do
but it was not for me, because we were naïve and in love
(and we laughed as I spilt it on the table)

and another time
we went out to dinner
(we as I understood us that is)
I ordered a drink
because I was comfortable with you
but it was not for you, because I was naïve and in love
(and the waitress slipped you her number)

the last time
we went out to dinner
(we in the loosest way possible that is)
I ordered a steak
because it was expensive and you told me to
but it got stuck in my throat, because no one was naïve or in love
(and you gave me back my ring and told me you were through)

now every time
I go out to dinner
(just me that is)
I order salmon
because though it is nursed in a world of tears,
it is still sweet
(and the melancholy you left me with—
that is sweet also)

The End

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