he’s venting now on

his loneliness

restaurants that

turn him away

no seating only for one

not a table por favor

a view on the patio

where couples eat plat d’jour

the fear growing of few

opportunities coming

with the nice ladies

his growing family

3 kids & grandkids

having to sit through birthdays

Christmases with people who

mean little or nothing to you

them having taken

her side in the split

i’m listening rapt

this could be me or you

if we’d taken a different path

stopped for a second to sniff

missed the daffodils of spring