Mystery Date

Ralph woke up,

Seated, to a

Half eaten supper for two.

He sat in his chair, dressed

Nattily as could be.

There was a hastily written

Card by the vase,

Touching the flowers:

‘Ralph:’ it read.

‘Tonight was wonderful.

Until tomorrow, Love Linda’.

Besides the faint

Aroma of Obsession,

Which brought him back

Somehow to last weekend,

And some inexplicable appointments

On his phone calendar,

Nothing fit.

He could remember that

His best friend’s sister

Linda, had recently died.

In the distance, he could see

Old photographs of them

All together.

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