Submitted love poem


This s what happens when you are careless of who you give your heart to

On the table

The candle sputters

Flame flickers

Almost guttering

But does not die


At the table

A heart yearns

Tears form

As hope fades

She cries inside

At the table

A rhetorically thought

He’s not coming

How cruel

She dies inside


At home

Her heart aches

Her spirit breaks

She drains the glass

And she dies

© Paul Curtis