Over A Bowl of Pasta
I sit at the table alone. I’m staring down at my bowl of pasta. I look up and pretend you’re there across from me. You’re not even paying attention to me. Just eating away.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say.
Then you smile back at me.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Your blue green eyes light up and your shoulders sulk low as your heart fills with love, affection, and comfort.
“You make me very happy.”
I say this as your ghost disappears and my bowl of pasta gets cold.
