Dinner

i see how loneliness opens its mouth
and swallows you whole
there is this dinner
and you are
what is served to its hunger
and thirst and you do not even make a sound
when you are gone
into the deepest throat
of emptiness

there is no sound
there is only the willingness to be lost
and to be forgotten

loneliness ate you for dinner
and i will be its breakfast tomorrow morning