Fullness

We grow distant with every dinnertime

The pang of silverware against plates

It deafens the sweetness of cherries

Juices run deeper, colder

Choking on every last drop

As dearly as time moves

The candle wax goes with the smoke

Of a fire so far away

While the wine tastes every bit of

Strong as the first bottle

Somehow I still crave for companionship

“Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.” - Elie Wiesel