when the lights dim

When the light dims The man in the lunch café drank 3 tall glasses of wine he spoke loudly trying to draw attention to himself not that I'm an expert, but he was, clearly divorced and on holiday on his own. After his meal, which he didn't eat much of had coffee and a liqueur, not having anyone to talk to, he fell silent, looking sad, perhaps he had children, but he was not allowed to see, that some women can be vengeful As the café emptied, I felt I had to say something, but my wife stopped me, saying you can't get rid of him I know how lonely life can be, no one wants to know you are an embarrassment to others To be middle-aged and alone is not easy the happy days of youth is over, the bell rang and clear this morning when I tried to contact a childhood friend he has Alzheimer, he didn't know who I was.