Regretful Rita

She walked to the door,
peeped through the hole.
Two suited young fellows
to save her soul.

She waved them in
and went to make tea.
Then from the kitchen,
her sad litany.

Her husband had left her
over some stupid thing.
Her friends disappeared...
the phone never rings.


Years since she's seen
her nephew or niece,
a spat with her sister
and never made peace.

Getting old all alone
against what life's pitching,
came the tale of remorse
and loss from the kitchen.

She entered the room
with teapot and cake,
then saw with regret....
they had made their escape.