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Topic: The Things She'd Never Say
by Jason WardellEvery night I see her
I know she must see me
She always winks and blushes
Passed by the lobby
She lingers in my memories
At night, when I'm alone
We'd quickly be together
Were she to grab her phone
Why must a seperation
Of five hundred feet or less
Be so absurdly painful
And leave me in distress?
So I clutch my arm and wonder
Should I confront or wait?
My heart would break forever
If at Village Inn, she ate.
Woe to this lonely waiter
With the waiting game to play
Softly, "I'd like to place an order."
The words I thought she'd never say. 09/16/2003 Author's Note: Here's the scoop. Ashley Caise gave me this challenge, which I completed at work. I work in a Holiday Inn restaurant. No, not a true story... just something my mind was amused by.
Posted on 09/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/01/03 at 09:55 PM Ya know what, Mr. O? I might be the lucky one who gets to say congrats on PotD with this... considering that right now it says This Poem Has Already Been a Poem of the Day.. Very cool. ;) |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/18/03 at 05:33 AM Major congrats! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/18/03 at 02:18 PM WILEY! YOU DID IT! YOU MADE A TOPIC: THE POTD! YOU ROCK! CONGRATS!
by the way, this cracks me up again and again. :) |
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