“Are you waiting?” the waiter asked.
I paused,
contemplating the steam rising
from a cup left untouched.
“I was”, I said and smiled.
Now it’s just me, myself and I.
A chair across from mine, empty,
like a page yet to be written, full of questions.
And quiet permission.
What is my heart’s truest wish?
Does my soul carry a destiny,
I have yet to name?
Are there dreams I must still resurrect?
The path I seek is one of love, but this time, it is for me.