Sitting Alone in a Thai Restaurant

With a menu for one

and that old feeling of being

in love — how rusty

that feeling is. 

But I may know a thing or two:

I can still love.

and when I do, I love hard —

love in the old way.

Yet for now here is some broth,

and here is my warmth, 

here is my pleasure, and

here is my bill.

To today, tomorrow, and the next,

Here is a moment to myself.