Bridge of Loneliness

“I’ve never been stood up – the only bonus of never going on a date.”

I wrote this poem for the following prompts.
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge –- Practitioner
Fandangos Flash Fiction Challenge — Photo above from CookmePancakes @ DeviantArt.com.

Bridge of Loneliness

Would he come through the mist
Is she destined to dine alone
Their reservation time already missed
He had a lot to atone

Staring at the bridge outside
She prayed that he’d still arrive
And risk his dawdling backside
To rekindle love that used to thrive

He used to be a practitioner of love
But things had gone cockeyed
Still, she didn’t give him the shove
And longed to be his bride

Somewhere within the foggy city
He hid and made her cry
His absence was a pity
Now she had to give him a black eye

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