EATING ALONE

EATING ALONE

“You’ll be alright?” he asked with concern in his voice.

When was I never? Did I have even a choice?

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He kissed my cheek, said, “I’ll be home in a while.

“Don’t worry; I’m fine”, I said with a smile.

*

I’ve had dinner alone many times in the past.

I’ve done it before; this won’t be the last.

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The guys rarely, if ever go out on their own.

We’re all friends and neighbors and very well known.

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Sometimes, I prefer just a small snack for dinner.

I’d like to lose a bit of weight – to look a bit thinner.

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But if I keep cooking all the meals he likes to eat,

When I go to sit down, I’ll need more than one seat.

*

“Don’t worry about me. You know I’ll be fine.

I’ll have a good meal and tall glass of wine.”

*

I’ll sit for a while and read a good book.

Then I’ll turn on the TV and have quick a look.

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I might find something interesting I’d like to see.

Or maybe, I’ll write. Oh heck, you know me!

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There’s always something I find to do,

Whether it’s an old thing or perhaps something new.

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“So, go, enjoy! I’ll be here when you’re done.

Say hi to the guys for me. Oh, and be sure to have fun.”