Used to love her
but, she loved
to use me.
Two steps forward,
three steps back,
back to trying
to move forward.
All in the name of love.
Dining alone
at the cliche cafe.
Reheating leftover phrases.
Icing down overcooked hugs.
Dining again,
Feasting again,
Coffee in hand.
Anxious,fearing,
that I might be served
a second helping of crow
which my gnaw at my flesh
until full
and then leave me
the bill for it's feast.
Best to order a table for one
until you're aware of your choices.
And never "assume"
there's dessert.

Raven

From July, 2000 issue