Poem #140

You couldn’t match everything
I brought to the table.
I decided to eat alone instead of
eating a full plate of empty promises
in bad company.

4 thoughts on “Poem #140”

  1. so proverbial. . .

  2. Very beautiful

  3. “[A] full plate of empty promises . . .”

    That’s a great line!

  4. Love this!

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