Dinner Guest.

Despair is my dinner guest.

I invited it in, and poured

it's favourite drink.

Fixed it a chair to sit at

the head of the table,

And then played it's favourite

music all night long.

We spend the night together

by the candle light

But I was alone, even though,

Despair was with me.

I should stop inviting it over.

It never brings flowers,

It drinks all the wine,

and never cleans the dishes.

Despair takes me for granted,

But I let it.

...I wonder what its doing next week?