Stung.

He didn't come.

I waited and waited

And waited.

Feeling bad,

I ate and ate

The cakes

I baked for him.

Then I ate some more.

More than

I should have.

Feeling worse,

I did the

Unspeakable thing

In the toilet.

And lost

Something precious

Something that

Slipped from my

Bony finger

As I put it

Down my throat.

Flushed it away.

That band

Of Chinese gold.

Felt a lot worse.

Decided to eat again.

This time crying.

So, so stupid.

There was nothing

More in the fridge.

Except that salad.

But I couldn't.

There was a

Wasp in it.

Funny that.

Called up customer care.

It was closed of course.

I was upset.

I lost a lot tonight.

The hope for

Some company.

Someone to talk to.

About music

About books

About everything.

Most of all

Because of

My stupidity

And loss of control.

I lost that precious band.

I am never

Giving my number again.

No ring will ever

Fit my finger ever again

And I will never

Eat another salad.

Need to sleep now.

That Sambuca

Is calling.

Goodnight.

 

Done