Alone

On a dinner table

Dusty candles in

Varnished holders

Waiting to be lit

By an unknown lover’s presence

Slip covers on the furniture

Smother her passions

Her longing to touch another

And taste his enamored kiss

The broken grandfather clock

No longer chimes of hope

And possibilities

The hands are stuck at midnight

She is Cinderella

And late for the ball

The living room curtains

That block out the light

Are soothsayers predicting

Another night of solitude

And regret

Her unmade bed for one

Moans of isolation

The cracks in the window

Reflect her soul

The breakfast nook

Roosters or apples wallpaper

The guest room abandoned

The carpet without foot-falls

She looks around

And begins to cry

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