Dinner for Two

She is older, a mother
of grown children.
He, a young scamp.
The odd pair - thrown together
they have become companions;
eating, frolicking, sleeping,
their timeless days spent
in the company of each other.
Circling, circling, they turn
clockwise, counter-clockwise,
their blessing patiently given.
Patient as their mistress
fills the crystal bowl, they hold
tails high, a flicked tip as a
thank you.
Ever the gentleman, he
waits as she is sated then waves
her tail in consideration and
wanders off so he may partake.
A once around the room to
confirm the place of new and
old, smells to entertain, frustrate,
then off to bed to consume
hours in blissful slumber,
 nose to nose, paw to
paw.

4th of July Breakup

My heart has broken once again,
another man gone, I'm too much
woman for him I guess.

My face an unattractive mottled red,
nose running, eyes puffy and bloodshot.
I pass the hall mirror ignoring me.

Knuckles white with anger at this latest
desertion. Really? Tonight of all nights!
The table set for six, our collective children
were bringing the wine, ribs and coleslaw.
I've posted a note on the door:
     "Go back home, it's over."
Nothing to explain, mine have heard
it before, not new to this despair.

Saddened by this sudden pain, I sink
into the depths of blue. In bed, I snuggle
into Egyptian cotton sheets. Something
to caress me, something tender.
I now have this space to myself, I can flail
and sob. Have nightmares or dreams
of things left unsaid, and those things
said that should have been silenced.