How could I take a seat in this place without thinking of you?
How could I even pass the sign without?
I suppose I could think of the other half of optimism and relate it to reality and truth.
You have confirmed the truth in a way that makes truth unreliable.
As unreliable as the first-person events I create in the 80s I write.
Though, that, is a truth on the other half of optimism.
I could think about you meeting someone else here or perhaps in the 90s.
That would certainly ruin any diner.
Every pancake, hot dog, hell even coffee would taste too bitter.
I could,
I probably should,
I do,
But, I don't.
I think of me walking in
or perhaps you walking in as I sit.
I think of you wanting to sit beside me.
I think of a moment of stares shared as we reunite.
This side of optimism is nice.
Oh, how I long for it to be right.
