table for one

where we’ve gone

I am.

where we’ve been

I go.

familiar setting

unforgettable feelings

it might kill me.

this heavy heart sits in solitude

breaking as do the chopsticks

steadily feeding a bottomless hole

when will I be whole?

here I sit.

awaiting my number

come to me

I’m hungry for you.

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