He’s at the mall with the other teenagers.
She’s at her monthly meeting for school.
Tonight I’ll take myself out to dinner to a
place I go when I’m alone, because it’s ok
to be alone there. The pizza guys make me
feel at home when I approach the counter.
I tell them, I’m going to stay here tonight.
Assorted red and green neon signs shine
above my cheese steak with fried onions
as I tap the bottom of a bottle of ketchup.
It occurs to me that in a few years, this may
be me more often. Sitting at a table for four
by a window watching families come and
go on a Friday night, laughing together as
they rush out the door with pies in hand.