Table for One

Good evening, table for?

Twenty-eight:
“I don’t think we’ll find space anywhere
let our story the Botanic Gardens satiate”
Feu De Joie did our veins ensnare.

Twelve:
“Stop, stop! Just order first;
the bill-splitting formalities later shall we delve”
With brotherhood we went home reimbursed.

Eleven:
“Finally we get to the restaurant,
I thought we’d forever be bobbin'”
Yet deep down for one another they’d always wait reverent.

Five:
“When we get back teach me
how that darn fulcrum question’s answer be derived”
Friendship the solution, youthful woe’s sober whiskey.

Four:
“I can’t believe that two
years flew by, for us on life wore”
Not much remained but boy was this a pleasant impromptu!

Three:
“Come come give me the camera
go take a photo with her, hurry hurry!!!”
Alas the snap a blur but the night sheer euphoria.

Two:
“Shall we share a bottle
of Apple Cider before the revue?”
Rain couldn’t dampen our spirits, Hugo’s story rendering us hopeful.

For one, please-
I sit alone.

And from the shadows, surely, does an image form.
Slowly(,) now.

(inspired by the friendships and bonds – though not all described for fear this poem might turn too long – fostered over the years; i only pray we continue to go from strength to strength, and long into the night. and written in hope that one day i too will find the one whom i see God in.)

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