Your Waiter

Food and wine flow,
Along with words
Teasing out smiles and laughs

It feels good to laugh
My cries have too often filled my nights.
Here with my girls
I believe it will turn out alright.

No more in dark caves,
Will I hide;
Spelunking for joy,
Diamonds of happiness to mine.

The night roars on,
Loud and rambunctious,
Or is that just us?
My waiter,
That’s what they’re calling him,
Has earned his pay.
Feeding our insatiable desire
For flirty fun.

As I leave,
My girls with me,
I get a tap,
And a note:
Enjoy your freedom.
Happy Divorce.
Your Waiter.