Because all experiences are valuable.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Dinner Date

Beasts of desperation
assaulted her in her lilac dress,
she may have worn it to just once feel pretty
she may have worn it because she had no other,
or in hopes of sharpening her skills at tragic avoidance,
but his words came at her either way,
carrying freight and fury,
things held in too long or stories made up entirely,
from a man who never intended to love her
in the first place.

Lovely and sad and beaten down,
she ate her dinner anyway,
maybe the hunger of anger consumed her,
maybe the ages of missing were over,
with freedom displayed on her plate,
but he would buy her this last meal,
while she meditated on Ephesians 5:25,
and he broke the bread with her
for all time.

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