A SOLITARY EVENING

I'm in my home
I'm alone:
Missing you.
What do I do?

...I close my eyes and see:
An evening for friends
An evening of innocence
An evening for trends
An evening of presence.
We are disciples:
Complete children,
Cracking crucibles
Like jokes. That's Fun...

...I open them forcibly
Unwilling to see: this evening
For friends? No. For travelers
Who are busy, preparing
To detach. Worse than strangers.
We are students:
Few book-worms; others -- pitiable creatures.
To feelings we give no vents.
To be miles apart from you is torture.