Dinner Alone

These nights alone.
Transient wastelands of lonely thoughts.

Hopeful flights of fancy encourage endless desire.

Desire… desire to be held in life’s intimate embrace alongside friends or a lover not yet met.

What is the measure of a person?
The things they have done.
The Things they have seen.
Things accumulated.

Or love and friends they know…
or have lost and are sure to have again.