I brought you
freshly baked cookies,
again, when I saw you,
and you took them.
Thanked me.
Smiled.
.
Afterwards,
you pushed me away
with silence and
sparse words
magnified each time
by the number of minutes
between text messages,
every hour stating
more definitively
that you can manage
alone without me.
.
I’m just cookies
straight from the bag,
devoured on the spot.
Empty calories,
not worth the trade-off
of the other choices you picked
to fill up your plate.
.
Suggestion for a prompt from a friend…write about love and the subject line of the third junk mail in your inbox. :-). It was “stop filling your plate with empty calories’.
Mar 24, 2020 @ 16:34:39
So sad… but unfortunately this is what happens in life. . .
-j