Reservation

A poem of love and of the struggle to come to terms with its departure.

Preservation of my sanity,
Becomes tough day after day,
For I cannot unlearn this habit of mine,
To reserve a place for her beside me while I dine,
A pleasurable routine and an unspoken promise it was once,
To meet after a day spent apart, to spend time together that we could say was ours.

Fool as I was to think it would last,
Fool as I was to make for her a timeless reservation in my heart,
When eventually the promise was broken,
And the reservation unkept, day after day,
I knew I had to free up the spot beside me,
That I should cancel the reservation for my own sake,
But I could never unlearn this habit of mine, for it indeed became a habit, an instinct, a soul’s longing,
To reserve a place for her beside me while I dine,
Now the ghost of my memories of her keep the reservation,
And I fight for my sanity’s preservation.

~ ~ ~

Reservation – Daily Post Prompt for 2 January, 2018.

Author: Twisted Perspectives

Baah, I'm not much of a personality.

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