Come on in,
Let us fill this room...

Exchange a few polite stares.
Your name sits on the tip of my tongue like your dinner plate at the edge of this table in front of your empty chair.

Let us sit.

The room fills with familiar you's, Never familiar scents.

I take a sip.

The water rolls around in my mouth, Distracting my lips.

I grip.

The fork feels heavy in my hand, I offered you a plate but never cooked You a meal.

Dinner has come to an end.

I put my dish aside, clean up my mess. I wish you would have made it.

I wish you the best.