For once, I'm just not going to think.

[missroserose]

Celtic style holiday music
Snow falling softly outside
Pasta, extra garlic, sausage, red sauce
matching the red of the velvet on the floor
red like my heart expanding

A pleasant evening; movie, discussion
Time spent cooking and talking about
everything and nothing
an admission, made on both sides
an agreement reached

Sausage, savory; sauce a little sweet
An electronic trilling ignored
Continues; excuses made
he dashes out the door for her
garlic bitter on my tongue

Extra spaghetti chilling in fridge
I return to my tepid lonely dinner
with an extra glass of wine
that sits all alone, dark, cheerless
like my life.