TV Dinner with Chilled Beer

This is the end.
An abrupt full stop you marked,
after a line
in a maze of scribble.

Was there any hesitation?
Any regrets?
No hesitation,
but regret did linger—
wish you had some friends.

The parade of civility
choked your true words.
Those "Good Morning"s,
"Have a Good One"s—
never radiated warmth.

Sometimes you wonder—
was there any real connection?
Your stubborn mind turned away;
you would not look at.

How you wished...
How you wish still,
you had someone
you would miss
when you walked out the door.

It surprised you:
everyone wants to be remembered.
You only wished,
you might remember someone.

As you walk out of the door,
stand at the elevator lobby—
only one thought whirls through
your blank mind—
what dreams were you chasing here.

Tonight, like all other nights,
a TV dinner with a chilled beer.
A chapter closed,
yet, the book didn’t get tossed.