You allow yourself
A simple hour without usefulness

No outcomes or choices
Or consequences

Your body stops bracing
The mind loosens its grip
On requirement

You step back
To the once loved
To the always dreamt
Before sense made it senseless

Nothing is mended
Nothing needed to be
It's just the reminder
That not everything is broken

This is the indulgence
Gaining sustenance
Without apology

This is my entry into the Poetry Versification contest, day 27! The prompt was: Indulgence: After a long year, you finally allowed yourself the indulgence of a meal from your favourite restaurant. What do you get? How do you feel?