Eating alone
at a booth meant for four
I watch in envy the
gaggle of women gathering
noisily for lunch.
They are older than I am,
sixties and seventies,
but I would join them
in a heartbeat if they but
said the word.
Do they realize how lucky
they are to have
whatever it is that bonds
them?
I hope so.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 