sad
When “dining alone”
doesn’t have to sound so sad.
Half-table for two?
“No. I’m not waiting for anyone. It’s just me (this time.)”
(But can you leave the extra place setting anyhow? Just in case someone does join me?)
“No. Just leave the plate and flatware there. You don’t need to pour water for uhh, her…and no second menu either. (That’s too much, even for me).”
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and dining-alone-days-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you take your seat, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those half-a-table-syllables for all eternity.
