A poem I wrote based on the painting called Chop Suey by Edward Hopper featured below:
Part
1
She
told me to come
to
this restaurant
I
don't know why
But
at least
I
love
Chop
Suey
She
leans towards me,
Her
blue hat complementing
her
blue eyes
A
strict,
stern
expression
flashes
through her features
I'm
nervous
What
does she want to tell me?
That
she can't say over
the
phone?
I
hope
she
doesn't
notice
what's
wrong
That I'm
sick
Have
been
for
awhile now
I
hear a
woman
behind
us
confess
her love
the
man
solemn
non-responsive
I
quietly
send
her
my
pity
That's
when
her words
come towards me
bringing me back
like a
boomerang
back to
reality
I slump
the little color that
I have
in my face
dissipates into
the atmosphere
my lips turning
down my body
now tense
Why
did
she
have
to
tell
me?
Couldn't
she just
leave me
alone?
I don't want to
make her sad.
That's my gift
to her.
Part
2
I
told her to come to my
favorite
restaurant
They
have
the
best
Chop
Suey
Ever
We
sit at the best
table
in the whole
dang
place
The
light
wonderfully
warm
I take
it in
Just
like I take in
her
How
terrible
and
ragged she looks
How
she tries to cover
it up
with makeup
How
could I have not
seen
it?
Sooner?
How
could
I not
realize until
it's
too late
that
my
best friend
battles
the
huge angry beast that is
Cancer?
Already
at
stage
four
But
she
my
stubborn
serious
Companion
refused
treatment
skipped
doctor's
appointments
I got
a
call
from
her doctor
telling,
no,
asking
"where
is she?"
"Where
is Cynthia?"
Because
I'm
supposed
to
know
I'm
her
emergency
contact,
after
all?
So
of
course
I'm
suppose to know
Since
I'm the only family
she
has
left.
My
apparent gift to her
because
I had no idea
of
her pain
or
her love
I
don't deserve this
but
I'll take it
try
to live with myself
and
just
be
there
for
her.
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