Expectant Waiting
The paraphernalia of our marriage could unite
Our bodies for only a few days, and our minds—never
Beyond the night of our room, your eyes blinked at the moonlight.
Our gorgeous king-queen bed could not keep our hearts together.
Preparing your favourite dishes, I eagerly wait
For my birthday cake, which you'd bring, with a lovely red rose
I stare through the wine cups that seem, like me, to contemplate
On their emptiness, which, lo, never, on their own, they chose
No one has been invited, I know. These decorations
I've done it so that if anyone comes, they shouldn't blame you.
You may be in a bar or at someone's celebrations.
Tales of the Night Ending: I can smell the morning dew.
Come, my love, I dare to bear your infidelity too.
I love you. My love for you is true. It will remain true.
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