missing you

there is an empty spot

in my heart

where once was you–

i try to fill it

with memories

(or distractions)

(or work)

(or daily routines)

but it’s just not the same–

perhaps this void

is inevitable because

if i could replace you

so easily

it would diminish

your importance

in my life


© 2018 magicofwords

Party of One


She didn’t mind eating alone at restaurants.

But the way people stared at her was unkind. She could hear them whispering: what a loser, no date, not even a friend to join her?

And the snobbing tone of the hostess asking: just one? Not to mention the look on the waiter’s face, as if he pitied her.

But no matter, she would make herself comfortable, order whatever she liked, and enjoy every bite.

Assuming the food was good. Otherwise, the next day her restaurant review in the paper would not mince words.


© 2018 magicofwords