The Table By The Window. A Poem by Gary McKenzie

She had a baked potato 
With roasted veg 
And humus. 
The knife and fork remained on the table 
She held a tissue instead  
Both her face and hands were tight  
With emotion and anger. 
He had the same thing to eat 
All his face gave away was the fact he would rather be anywhere else 
But there. 
Christmas music filled the room; the rain battered the world outside. 
Her plate was still full 
As his got smaller 
Bite by bite. 
‘It is just so very hard this time of year’ 
Through potato and carrot 
He told her 
That everything would be okay 
Then a drink of coke 
Before asking why she was crying. 
‘I’m emotional today, that’s all’ 
The steam had stopped rising on from her plate 
His was now clean. 
‘I want to feel special, like how I thought we were going to be in the beginning’ 
He scrunched up the tissue 
After wiping what was left of his dinner
From his mouth,
He said 
It is, it will be. 
Dean Martin told everyone 
That the fire was slowly dying.
Gary McKenzie is a 36 year old living and Studying English at Stirling University in Scotland. All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop

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