Im trying to search for you in the list of ingredients…
I provided the utensils
I brought the napkins
I even brought the table and chairs
I made the first course
Second course
Third course
And even provided the little palate cleansers in between the courses.
I was the dessert
I was even the shot of espresso at the end of the meal.
You weren’t part of the ingredients list to this beautiful, elegant, rich tasting 3-course meal.
You were the person that took the seat across from me because I thought I couldn’t eat this meal alone.
And when it was time to clean up,
I was the one to clean up your plate.
I didn’t even have to rinse your plate before putting it in the dishwasher because it was licked clean. I’m not surprised, Of course it was. I was the chef.
I’m glad you enjoyed my meal.
I’m realizing now that that delightful and divine 3-course, a beautiful meal, that I cooked, that I spent so much time putting together, paid so much attention to detail to and so much time trying to figure out what more the recipe called for…
Should’ve only been for me to eat in the first place.
-you’re off the guest list.
Ali Marriott
This poem I wrote is for the first time- not about me. I tried putting myself in my friends shoes and wrote a poem based on how she was left feeling when her past relationship ended. Enjoy!
You’re strong, I am so proud of you;)