A Hungry Poem

A poem for my dinner table
Is hungry.
I like to summarize my day
At the family gathering
Around the dinner table.
I swear my love
Hangs like the blue sky,
I wake up under it
And my hunger is for a companion.
Sometimes I am right,
Sometimes I am wrong,
A mystic love
Would soothe my wide open eyelids.
In memory the heartache fades.
I am obliged by the hunger
To love.
I desire more love
The water pitcher
Doesn't erase my thirst.
The dinner table
Is a resting ground.
I dance on it,
And miss you
Under the shredded sky.