I Eat Alone - Sonnet

Self-love is a dish feeding the lonesome

My stomach waits for no guests, I assure

I want mine served fresh, tears dried on a bun

When taking my fill, the check is a blur.

What spices will she use? The unknown name

Yet my dear friend, the chef, keeps her secrets

We’re two of a kind; hearts wrapped in a twain

She’s vegan today; my plate is meatless.

Finishing the main course leads to dessert

But tonight, I will settle for hard drinks

At tables for four, it’s easy to hurt

So, let’s toast to memories of past links.

A couple sits near me while on my phone;

Then I’m reminded that I eat alone.