Life Doesn'T Get Any Better Than This
If you’ve ever sat in a dimly lit restaurant
with garlands wrapped around
its egg-shell glossy moldings
listening to the faint sound of wine glasses clinking,
amongst the pitter-patter of an unfamiliar crowd
in a late December night,
you know the feeling
It’s like a cross between Deja-vu and an epiphany
- it tells you that ‘yes, you have a good life.
This is a good thing.
The boy holding your hand loves you,
and the people at this table are happy,’
but it also tells you ‘something is missing.
This is right in all the wrong ways.
They are happy, but you are not.’
And at that moment, life is laid out in front of you;
stitched into the silk napkin above your dinner plate.
It’s a mirage of
everything you want,
everything you need, and
everything you are grateful for
but it dawns on you that,
these three things do not coincide.
There isn’t anything else to do
on a night like this,
besides fade in and out
of the conversation ringing in your right ear.
But you still listen to the glasses that continue
to clink cheerfully and the chit-chat around you
because maybe you’ll get up and leave this life behind.
But then again, maybe not.
A part of you still wants to savor it.
A part of you still wants to honor it.
So you do
Copyright © Kristie Souanevichith | Year Posted 2019
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