Festive Solitude

The holidays were quiet

how it all changed
through the years

empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter

So much emphasis
on one day

And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated

I spent it alone
and survived

But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company

Or those smells of the feast

I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away

but it is

and I hope that when it finally happens

it will be about quality

and I can be seen by admiring eyes