To Meet My Blind Date

As soon as I walked into
Morton's The Steakhouse to
meet my blind date, my
eyes
grew
wide
at the sight of an
old high school chum looking
at me in such a hot dress.

We said that we were happy
to see each other while
we let ourselves chow
down
on
some
wild mushrooms before
I saw the look of pure
sadness on that face of hers.

When we got to the filet
mignon with sour cream mashed
potatoes, she told
me
with
tears
leaking out of those
eyes that her husband back
in Chicago killed himself.