Love Interrupted

The hall was decorated well
Lit with strings of fairy lights,
Lined with rose petals,
Hearts and candles galore,
Leading up to a small table
Covered with a white lace cloth
A ring of fragrant roses,
And a bottle of perfume
Claimed the centre of the table
Roses were her favourite
And so was the "Flowerbomb" perfume
Which was strategically placed
To hide a tiny velvet jewel case
That held a sparkling surprise
For his beloved.
Today was the day
When he was going to ask her
To be a permanent part of his life
He hoped it would be a "yes",
And meticulously planned the day
Down to the last detail.
But Alas!
Fate had other plans in store for him.
Work played spoilsport,
And held him, hostage
Far longer than he had expected.
With a heavy heart,
He made a rather difficult call
To call off his meeting
With the Queen of his Heart.
His plans shattered into pieces,
His mood turned darker
As the night took over from day
Tired and frustrated,
He dragged himself
Back to his empty apartment.
The sight of the shrivelled roses,
Burnt-out candles
Reminded him of how miserable,
The most anticipated of days
Had turned out to be!
He hoped that tomorrow
Would be a better day
As he dropped into his bed
Letting dreams take over
His tired mind, body, and soul.
The proposal would have to wait
Until another day.

This verse was written in response to the Photo Challenge #323 hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The challenge is to use the photo prompt as an inspiration for a poem or short story. Thank you, NEKNEERAJ for hosting this challenge.

DISCLAIMER/Author’s Note:

This poem is dedicated to all the couples who struggle to strike a balance between their personal and professional life. Also, if you would like to point out to me that someone who had meticulously planned out such a day would definitely have taken a day off from work… allow me to remind you that this is just a work of fiction. And in the world of fiction, (almost) anything’s fair. 😉 Besides, I haven’t found myself in such a situation, so I can always write this one “plot hole” off. Then again, my protagonist could be extremely workaholic too!

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