POETRY  -  
          With the Theme of Making or Breaking Bread

" Now was my favorite time
because I was alone with you. "
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After the Party
by Vivian Imperiale

​The party was over.
Everyone was gone.
Now was my favorite time
because I was alone with you.
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​We did the same thing every year.
We pulled chairs up to the buffet table
and had our private turn at the food,
having been too busy before
tending to everyone else.
Now no one needing anything,
no conversations in which to engage.
Just the two of us choosing remaining treats
from the plates of holiday fare
and so much enjoying our time together.
Instead of multiple conversations
going on simultaneously,
instead of mixed laughter bouncing off the walls,
it was just my giggles, your observations,
my compliments, and your pride
at having been a good host.
 
We were getting tired;
soon I would have to leave.
But we both knew that there was something
so special about us that we never really are apart.
We have a togetherness despite distance.
What a magical way to live.

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​Vivian Imperiale has been viewing the world through a poet’s eye since she was six. She now writes to process her emotions around homelessness, mental health, connections with the spirit world, and the loss of the Light of her Life to AIDS long ago. Her poems and prose have been published online, in magazines, journals, newspapers and in books. She worked in real estate office administration and later in vocational rehabilitation with people facing mental health challenges.

Other works in this issue:
Poetry:
​My Piano

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