The table was set
The linens pressed, flowers fresh,
And there he waited
In suit and tie
Sure it would be just a minute more.
The clock surely lies!
It couldn't be that late!
Yet there he sat, with an unkept date.
Alone so long
It seemed only right
He packed up his disappointment
And walked into the light.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.