First Date
Feeling jittery and excited
In my stomach
there were butterflies
You will be here soon
I imagine how it might be
and allow myself to fantasize
It is seven o’ clock
and then seven thirty
another 30 minutes go by
Waiting by the window
Anticipating your arrival
and then I begin to cry
Where are you?
Did I get the time wrong
You said you would come
My first real date
Your word is broken
Leaving me quite numb
I cannot comprehend
why you are not here
so I go to your house
I will make you tell me
why I have been stood up
Be accountable, you louse!
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
First disappointment - OctPoWriMo
Jittery - Word of the Day
Broken - RDP
Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay
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That’s the spirit! Make him accountable.
Exactly! We should all be accountable for whatever we do 🙂❤️
Yes!
Gorgeous write my dear. It’s painful, but it’s beautiful Christine❤️💕🌸
Thank you G. This actually happened to me as a young teen and I did go to his house and made him accountable 🙂 Lol.
You are so welcome.
Good on you 🙂 He should have not done it. His loss.
Have a splendid day, Christine.
You too dear friend 🙂💕
xoxo
Ah! The pain and disappointment of being stood up on the first date! Well captured, Christine! 🙂💞
Yes excruciating pain 😕
😥 hugs dear.