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PHANTOM LUNCH COMPANION

(This is a repost)

Stories are told of  amputees
Who when an arm or a leg is taken
They still sense the presence of
The now absent limb as if it were a phantom

My lunch companion
Was excised from my life
Amputated from me
Due to my moronic and insensitive behavior
My inability to control the “Y” chromosome

Now when I visit the places of our former repasts
I can feel her presence there
My phantom lunch companion

Our first lunch, Mexican I think, was fascinating
Filled, at least for me, with the nervous excitement
Of meeting someone new
Our conversation quickly turned to deeper things
I met a soul open to frank discussion of real life,
My absolutely favorite  kind of friend

At the little Italian place on the corner,
Where she spoke orgasmically of their Chicken crepes
We first sat by the window and spoke of
Her passion for spreadsheets
The prettiest geek in the room,

At that table there in the corner, against the wall
We spoke of our love and concern for our children
And our painful childhood memories
And, of course, the seemingly unavoidable
Spilling of something on my shirt

At the table nearest the front
Freedom was the topic
True self-expression
The living of life on our own terms
A skill my phantom lunch companion masters so much better than I

On my weekday bus rides out of town
I can’t help but glance at "our"table in Market Square
Where on a beautiful Winter’s day
We sat and ate Greek food
While she, wearing a bright smile,
Recounted her recent adventures in New York City

Family relationships, kids, work, cupcakes, tattoos, religion
Politics, movies, clothing, sex (not certain though), piercings, French, philosophy,
And so many more were the topics we discussed
While eating at the Chinese restaurant across the street

I think we would have solved all of what’s
Wrong with this world if given a few more meals

My lunch hours, although still enjoyable,
Are spent, now, with prosthetic companions
And one note conversations

These can never feel like the real thing
Though the table and meal are the same
And yet in some mysterious way
I can still feel the presence of my Phantom Lunch Companion
La Fin
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Published | Edited 7th Apr 2017
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