Lunch With A Friend

Lunch With A Friend

Today, I went out to lunch with a friend;
I had nothing to do; but be lonely;
after an hour; lunch had come to an end;
and it was, once again, just me only.

I went shopping at a nearby grocery store;
loneliness followed from aisle to aisle;
I forgot the one thing, I was looking for;
and, my frustration replaced my smile.

I was inundated by thoughts of depression;
trying to remember, why I’d come;
the lunch, I had shared, became indigestion;
outside; clouds had replaced the sun.

I drove to my stylist to get my haircut;
when I got there; I found it closed;
a day, begun well; had turned into a rut;
my lack of planning, now exposed;

I then drove to a nearby department store;
the place, I worked; when my wife died;
while inside; I couldn’t take any more;
in the depths of my mind; I cried.

I left that store, without making a purchase;
then drove to another; duplicating the task;
after another store, reality began to surface;
I’d been walking in reality, wearing a mask.

All day, I’d worn the mask of normalcy;
while my heart was still in the past;
attempting to walk in total conformity;
but normal wasn’t meant to last.

Today, I went out to lunch with a friend;
I had nothing to do; but be lonely;
five hours later; all had come to an end;
leaving me, and comfort food, only.

Monty 12/4/24. # 2,488