quiet still waiting
dinner burns slowly
sun setting shadows
mindless drifting
wondering why
Is it thursday or friday
what rules apply
shall i run or walk
not one ***** dish
great love shines
he's returning to me
one plate or two
salad making spin
I know what he likes
denial doesn't work
candle burning love
snuffed out heat
two glasses of chianti waiting
How many dinners waiting to be eaten never do