after a good talk, a belly full of meal,
and basking in the warm glow of human connections,
I slowly realized all this is meaningless
when we go home
and face the reality again.
we won’t see each other again.
there’s nothing that is connecting us now.
there is nothing to look forward to.
it was a nice rush.
but that seems to be all.
how do you build something that lasts?
or did we build something that actually is real?
will we carry this memory with a meaning?
will we look back with fondness or emptiness?
In spite of my instinct,
I hope to believe we have built something.
I hope to believe we will carry on with faith.
I hope to believe all this was worthwhile.
12.27.2022
Ralph with Coffee 