Signs Poem by Steven S. Walsky

The crystal chandelier shimmered
in the last rays of the sun,
and the wine glasses pulsated
to the sounds of the soft music's hum.
Music chosen to caress her ears;
music chosen to draw her heart near.

She looks across the table,
so eloquently, carefully set.
She looks across the table,
at the man who seeks her heart,
sadly they sit miles apart.

In his eyes
she sees not love, nor promise.
She sees only need in his eyes,
no oneness of loving want resides.
The signs were always there,
but when in love, who cares.

Across the room there is a door,
a sign above catches her glance;
she reads 'EXIT',
and knows this has been his final chance.

(Signs, copyright Steven S. Walsky,2014, all rights reserved.)