* Alone without you

November 1997

Sitting in a restaurant
alone
without you
is new.
Today looking out
the window
people passing
time moving by
Christmas coming ...
It doesn't feel so bad.
I only feel
a little empty and
somewhat in pain.
Mostly I feel full
and satisfied.
Deep down
I acknowledge
I shall surely die.
Don't tell anyone.
They think I'm fine.