Delightfully Patched

new collection, "Small Comforts"; published books are at inkwhisper.gumroad.com

Delightfully Patched

They say that love will find its way,
but mine got lost near Marseille.
So now I dance with socks unmatched,
the single life, delightfully patched.

I bought a chair that seats just one,
the matching set was “slightly gone.”
It creaks like it has tales to spill
but mostly just complains, and still

I dine alone with flair and grace,
one placemat in a sea of space.
My fork’s in charge, the spoon agrees,
the knife just wants some boundaries.