STOOD UP

Waiting in air that’s still.
Small noises fill
The long afternoon
Near evening.

Where are you?
Why did you not come?
The night deepens outside.
She is numb
With damaged pride.

Her dress is new.
The table is set for two.
Now she won’t cook,
But go to bed.
The phone is off the hook
She has finished
The bottle of red!

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