A loving Feast

 

She sees the feast laid out

and waits for  but a morsel

From his table

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He sees the want

the imploring eyes

In her face

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Then turns away

Yes, he’s had a feast

At her table

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But that was then

and Now is now 

In their lives

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There’s not  a morsel

to spare from 

his opulent feast

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The spark in her eyes

dies down as she

turns to leave

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There’s no want, no need

no zest, no joie de vivre

No spark, no life

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As a barren path beckons

the bruised n battered 

Heart moves on

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In response to Daily Prompt:    FEAST