It isn’t my place
No plan or hope for a connection that I wish to keep
My table seats few
The spirits poured of particular character and taste, the company never cheap
Arms wide open
I am not sure your ego has allowed you to remove your blinders and fully come to see
My wing span now
The simple reflection that I have set myself free
No longer do I stand to extend myself to you in trust and good faith
See my eyes, hear my lack of words
Your delusions of me have been neatly left at the door
My respect for you sharply stuck in my back and the reality
I was always just an acquaintance
Nothing more
~Alisa Hutton
dustedwords 
This was a wonderful trip through time when a relationship seemed like more until there was a realization that is was one sided without a future and it was “just an acquaintence, Nothing More”. Very poignant and insightful piece about what can happen when you look at the reality instead of the fantasy – change for the better. Kudos!
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Thank you, Sir:) Sorry, for the long delay in response. My comments on WP are hit and miss right now and giving me technical difficulties for some reason. So I will say thanks while the going is good!
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“Delusions..neatly left at the door”.. your writing it tangible; the Phoenix in you will rise beyond forgotten words written and left trapped behind her shallow eyes. Keep writing, keep rising… you have a gift that no one can dismantle from inside of you.
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Thank you so much. Such a lovely compliment.
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As one’s wingspan broadens, it further reduces the number of people who may sit at your table. I’ve decided to allow some camping chairs and a few extra glasses. Not everyone need drink as much of my “spirits poured”. And some find these makeshift chairs more comfortable than the old metal stools.
I always take a deep breath (bracing myself) when I come to your page, your words so achingly beautiful yet the pain, the pain. My natural joy wants to take it all and just send you platonic hugs. So that’s what I’m going to do.
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Thank you, for the read and comments. Always appreciated.
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Beautifully penned poignant prose. The pain felt resonates. My name is Nancy and I am thankful I found your blog. Looking forward to exploring your posts🌺.
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Thank you, Nancy. I am grateful for you reading and your very kind compliments:)
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Fantastic, Alisa.
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Thanks, Em 😊
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The moment I started reading this post I kinda felt a binding force a part of me never wanted this post to end.
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What an incredible compliment, thank you xo.
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Beautiful words. Truth simply stated 😊 thank you x
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Thank you xo.
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