Evenings

We sit awkwardly at the table
searching for things to talk about.
Somehow our bellies are less full.
Somehow our thirst less quenched.
Still we search for words.
We turn to each other
with small questions
and thinner answers.
This was delicious we say,
and I’m so full and
What’s for dessert?
but we are still empty
and dissatisfied.
We retreat to the living room.
The dishes are gathered
and put away.
The table is cleared
and wiped down.
We have our last drinks.
The evening slowly
winds down
as we take
our leave.