Romantic Dinner Waiting In The Dark Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strange and lonely, sitting, thinking about you when
not together.

Lighting candles, romantic dinner, waiting, wax melting
onto the tale in sadness.

Looking past the candlelight, into darkness, wondering
where you are, tears now sparkling upon my cheeks.

Remembering that you are no longer here, never again to
have a romantic dinner with me.

Silence deafening, now only sounds of my crying for you
can be heard in this darkness.