I set our table
with two of everything
now that we are one.
Two plates and two glasses are all that we need.
Our evening meal together becomes an altar to our union.
We sit together, taste the wine, and take in the moment before we begin to eat,
marking the end of our separate days, and the start of a sweet evening together.
I would be happy to share one plate, and feed you carefully myself,
and sip together from the same glass too.
We probably should stick with two chairs though.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and dinner-for-two-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before amalgamating into one amore-phous being, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those settee-sitting-syllables for all eternity.