You said you'd come to tea so I made a cake chocolate sweet; maraschino filled; girdled with a satin blue ribbon; set out the prettiest plates; hand painted with forget-me-nots. And from the darkest corner of a drawer found a single candle to celebrate the day. I'd understand if you had 'phoned, but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste and even the despairing posies have given up all hope as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.