Someday, I will make a pot of tea and I will get to make enough for two.
They will sit with me, and we will read, or write, or speak endlessly, as we always do.
Someday every moment will be made for two.
Dinners will have two wine glasses, dessert shared.
They will sit with me, and we will laugh, or joke, or get up and decide to dance.
Someday every moment will be made for two.
Someday.
A Series of Observations 