Breakfast Without You Poem by Sallie Howson

...who for chrissake could or would refuse?

A great poem but a little subservient on the story side don't you think. The man haters will be crook on you...............just joking

I can see the picture well. But, pain no matter how bitter, is temporary. If he wants to go, let him. He's not for you. Someone will come who will love you for your charm, not your culinary or janitorial expertise.

my breakfast is when i woke up in the morning..i felt alive and got the chance to live another day................no more hunger..........

Hi Sallie, Just had to tell you that I have been reading more of your poetry. All I wish to say is that it is fantastic and I am constantly impressed by many of your very clever pictures that you paint with words. Regards Paolo

You write straight from the heart- no shield, no filters, just honest straight-forward truth served on a poetic plate

A very heartfelt poem indeed...But sometimes it is best tto enjoy one's own company for a while...Wish you all the best...

yet another amazing poem with such vibrant use of literary devices... it just touched the deepest corners of my heart.. love prashant

Breakfast was torture Without you. The kettle refused to boil, The toaster burnt the bread again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10

Breakfast was torture Without you. The kettle refused to boil, The toaster burnt the bread again a very heart touching and well written poem..well done 10/10