Sonnet
“Hold on, wait until this game ends”
He said as he he sat at the edge of his seat with his elbows on knees
Hands on his face, just below his eyes so he barely see
All she wanted was a nice dinner with some friends
They talked bad about him but she loves him, she pretends.
He agrees to parties with ease
But once it gets closer, excuses are his expertise.
She was over it. It was time to make amends.
She packed her bags and stood in front of the door
She yelled at him and told him that she’s leaving
He couldn’t hear her, all he cared about was the final score
She knew he wouldn't do any grieving
She closed the door.
Copyright © Simcha Halpert | Year Posted 2015
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