Scenes From An Italian RestaurantI sit in the quaint little Italian restaurant across the table from my husband, sipping my wine in solitude. He is distant; engrossed in something on his telephone; a text, email or something on the web - I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. I takea sip of the sweet red liquor, and then another a minute to look around at the other couples seated at their own tables.
They are engaged with each other – smiling and laughing about shared secrets and interests. In that moment, I can’t help but wonder what happened to us….and when. We used to be like that, didn’t we? This sense of indifference seemed to have slipped up on us with very little warning. Now….after all this time, I can’t even seem to find the motivation to care.
So now I too, sit at the table, ignoring my spouse, engrossed in writing this story on my phone. The laughter is merry all around us, but it doesn’t penetrate our silent world. I wonder how much longer we can survive this way; locked together by fate and circumstance, without joy and love to accompany us on our journey. I think that remains to be seen by how long it takes our hearts to realize what has been lost or what was never present in the first place, will never again recaptured.
I look around a final time at the happy couples and wonder how long it will be until time takes its toll on them as well. I can’t help but wonder too, how many others once sat in their quiet, lonely world and watched us laughing and smiling with each other so long ago; wondering how long it would be until our laughter and interest turned to dust. If I knew who those people were, I would find them and tell them…..that time is now.