February 14th; Dining Tonight

Being forgotten is like going downstairs,
and not coming back-
until the smell of food drifts
from a feeding family at the dinner table.
Walk up stairs from working hard, to faces glaring,
only to see them masticating.
And what's fascinating,
is that no one came with the message-
to ease a rumbling stomach
waiting so humbly to be considered.

The End

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