By jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 10 April 1999

Leaving

When I am with you,
it is like being shown 
tables upon tables
of exquisite delicacies,
the finest feast 
one ever laid eyes on.
But afterward, it feels like
I am being shown the door,
hurried out of the banquet hall
left to stand there in my best dress, 
with merely a crumb.