My first thought
was to have
a candlelit meal.
Breakfast sprang to mind.
I ought
to have
avoided a £3 meal deal,
but, they say, that Love is blind.
I bought
into the idea
invested my hard earned
into £6 of food –
and fork handles
(which I thought would make her smile).
She, fraught,
considered the fare,
and I soon learned
(what I construed)
something about candles
as she went to powder her rose –
she’s been gone
an awful long while
