Scripts

Dear sir

"Why haven’t you called?

I need to have dinner with you

Life requires lively conversation and tasty food

Agreeable drink and laughter

Flirty banter

Yet you continue to ignore me

No matter that I am older than you

Just past youth and finely mellowed beauty often blend quite well

Age is not of concern

The depth and heft of mind counts more than the weight and shape of body

Still…

Every time I ask the Goddess for a phone call from you

She responds with a ring up from someone else

When I call out madly for your companionship

She sends you in a dream

Negating even the possibility of a sandwich

Or of a cup of coffee

Or glass of wine"

Her imagination conjures up scenarios

Fodder for fantasies

Food for daydreams

She shares her inventions with the Goddess

Who in turn serves up the most delicious delusions

She and the Goddess collude 

Creating scripts of illusory conversations in impossible locales

"But really sir...

You neglect me with your rude disregard

A polite 'non' to my 'respondez s'il vous plait' would do

'De rien'

Oh it's nothing"

She'd say as her heart crumbles

But the Goddess taps her on the shoulder

Come she says

We must rewrite the scene

©kcasady2014