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Table for Three

Table for Three

True story. But I feel the need to share my experience beyond the moment this poem captures. My dinner tonight was lovely. I treated myself to pizza and a beer at a brewery in one of my favorite parts of the city. I basked in the sun on the patio, cooling off in the 65 degree breezeĀ afterĀ speed-walking around the park. I sat alone, but my evening was perfect. This poem is melancholy, but it is also a wish for my future, and I have faith it will happen. And because of that, I am not sad.