Poem#11 – Delusions
Today’s prompt comes from Shanna, and it’s a cool one. Just pick a postcard from the blog postsecret, and write a narrative poem based on it. I chose a postcard from their archive:
Delusions
She still cooks enough for two every night
just in case he decides to stop by
She got call waiting
so he’d never get a busy signal
His toothbrush and towel are still in the bathroom
because to throw them away
would be a confirmation
She pushes would be lovers away
in hopes that he’ll return
Somewhere across town
Where children play in the streets
Where the lawns are always
manicured and green
He gazes across the dinner table
at his wife
And for a brief moment he questions
the choice that he has made
Black Satin 
Awesome! Sensual and heart-breaking all at once.
Thank you Shanna, glad you liked
Oh goodness—wrenching, Jacque. (I mean that as a compliment, just in case there’s any question. :))
LOL Em, Thank you!